After a dedication--
To the Memory of the Household It Describes
This Poem is Dedicated by the Author
--and quotations from Agrippa's Occult Philosophy and Emerson's poem "Snow Storm", the poem itself begins:
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.
Slow tracing down the thickening sky
Its mute and ominous prophecy,
A portent seeming less than threat,
It sank from sight before it set.
It was one of my favorite poems as a child, and these days its themes of memory, loss, and changing times mean much more to me than when I first read and loved it. But it's been years since I read its many verses all the way through.
Tomorrow--as a storm blankets the East Coast with the kind of snow that may one day be only a distant memory--will be a good time to immerse myself in Snowbound once more.