James Russell Lowell Snow Quotations

Our seasons have no fixed returns, Without our will they come and go; At noon our sudden summer burns, Ere sunset all is snow.

The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.

And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.

The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.

Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.