Stars Of The Snow

The stars are falling, are falling, By stream-side and meadow and wood; They silence the whispering leaves; And swiftly and softly they brood The robin's lone nest in the eaves.

The stars are falling, are falling, Yet Night has lost never a one, Of all that are gathered below; To-morrow they'll melt in the sun-- For these are the stars of the snow.

The stars are falling, are falling-- Look! On your sleeve is a star! Six-pointed and perfect its form, Six-pointed its comrades are,-- All, gems of this wonder-storm!