Classic Poem

That is the best Poem out there,
To see the snow drift by.
See how it goes,
Hear how it blows,
One continual long-drawn sigh.

Casements rattle in its blatter,
And the solid Housetop shakes,
It paints the wall,
The road and all,
With its pigment of pure flakes.

When I walk within its growling,
Soft it calleth unto me,
How cold it is,
And wet it is,
Chill the Snow-storm utterly.

Yet it seemeth warm directly,
As the Summer's middle heat,
Or some soft day
In month of May,
When the rustling leaves do beat.

How you vex me stupid Snow-storm,
With your variations bold,
Thou art so warm,
So sweet in form,
Thou art so ugly, art so cold.

A truce to thy continual sighing,
Thy hypocritic face so white,
Come dear brown earth,
Come Spring's soft birth,
Go, go, thou hoary eremite.