Sara Teasdale — Snow Song

Fairy snow, fairy snow, Blowing, blowing everywhere,    Would that I   Too, could fly Lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee, crystal star I should drift, I should blow   Near, 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.