James Russell Lowell - The First Snowfall [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The snow had begun in the gloaming
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white

Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl

From sheds new-roofed with Carrara
Came Chanticleer's muffled crow
The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down
And still fluttered down the snow

I stood and watched by the window
The noiseless work of the sky
And the sudden flurries of snow-birds
Like brown leaves whirling by

I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn
Where a little headstone stood;
How the flakes were folding it gently
As did robins the babes in the wood

Up spoke our own little Mabel
Saying, 'Father, who makes it snow?'
And I told of the good All-father
Who cares for us here below

Again I looked at the snowfall
And thought of the leaden sky
That arched o'er our first great sorrow
When that mound was heaped so high

I remembered the gradual patience
That fell from that cloud like snow
Flake by flake, healing and hiding
The scar of our deep-plunged woe

And again to the child I whispered
'The snow that husheth all
Darling, the merciful Father
Alone can make it fall! '

Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her;
And she, kissing back, could not know
That my kiss was given to her sister
Folded close under deepening snow