Falling all the night-time,
Falling all the day,
Silent into silence,
From the far-away;
Stilly host unnumbered,
All the night and day
Falling, falling, falling,
From the far-away,--
Never came like glory
To the fields and trees,
Never summer blossoms
Thick and white as these.
To the dear old places
Winging night and day,
Follow, follow, follow,
Fold them soft away;
Folding, folding, folding,
Fold the world away,
Souls of flowers drifting
Down the winter day.
--_John Vance Cheney._