“Beautiful Snow”

A poet by the window sat

And watched the snowflakes as they spat

Against the window pane; and then

He seized his ever ready pen.

     “Snow, snow, beautiful snow;

I love you so, I love you so;

I love to see you dance and float,”

              He wrote.

A boy looked out into the air,

And saw the snowflakes everywhere;

And then he hurried to the shed,

And got his bright new Christmas sled.

     “Snow, snow, beautiful snow;

I love you so, I love you so;

     Oh, come on boys and have a side,”

              He cried.

An old shoemaker sat also,

And watched the thickly falling snow,

He saw the rubber business boom,

And knew that snowstorms meant his doom.

     “Snow, snow, dad g‘ast the snow,

     I hate you so, I hate you so;

     Until you go my work is dead,”

              He said.         

Jan. 29, ‘95

Pub. in Boston Courier

Feb. 10, 1895