Dame Edith Sitwell Snow Poems
- 1. When Cold December
When cold December
Froze to grisamber
The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees-
Then fading slow
- 2. By The Lake
Across the flat and the pastel snow
Two people go…. ‘And do you remember
When last we wandered this shore?'… ‘Ah no!
For it is cold-hearted December.'
- 3. Bells Of Gray Crystal
Bells of gray crystal
Break on each bough-
The swans' breath will mist all
The cold airs now.