There is no quiet such as this,
At least none that I know-
Like moonlight on a downy drift,
So fell those flakes of snow.
In a deep, dark wood it happened,
As the flurries stirred the air-
And the quiet overwhelmed me
Leaving me a captive there.
Bound by such a peaceful sight
I wandered not a bit,
But tarried in that deep, dark wood,
And in reverent awe of it.
Still the chill did overtake me
And most sadly I did go-
But I've not heard such quiet since
As those falling flakes of snow.
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