Helen of Troy And Other Poems (14)

    Fairy snow, fairy snow, Blowing, blowing everywhere,Would that IToo, could fly Lightly, lightly through the air.

    Like a wee, crystal star I should drift, I should blowNear, more near,To my dear Where he comes through the snow.

    I should fly to my love Like a flake in the storm,I should die,I should die, On his lips that are warm.