by John Vance Cheney
Falling all the night-time,
Falling all the day,
Silent into silence,
From the far-away;
Stilly host unnumbered,
All the night and day
Falling, falling, falling
From the far-away, —
Never came like glory
To the fields and trees,
Never summer blossoms
Thick and white as these.
Falling all the night-time,
Falling all the day,
Follow, follow, follow,
Fold it soft away;
Folding, folding, folding,
Fold the world away,
Souls of flowers drifting
Down the winter day.
Last updated January 14, 2019