Paint my bitter face and brittle frown
With the sweetest sight
Of the softest snow cascading down
Upon this wintry English night

For I have never had the rarer chance
On solemn nights as these
To see the tumbling raindrop dance
As the snow upon this breeze

And plunging hailstones never seemed so clear
Or peaceful in the air
As I gazed beyond a deforming tear
And brands they bid me bear

The roads and roses fade in slumber
Under ghostly sheathes
As the heavens way and sway asunder
As the drifting starlight weaves

No, I never saw a soothing splendour
From such celestial height
As the softest snow cascading down
Upon this wintry English night