FIRST SNOW

Kaarlo Sarkia(1902-1945)

The chains of autumn mists broke,

summer releases its prisoner:

Already the seams of clouds tear,

snow-fluffs fall!

Through air they silently sway

over barren, desolate land.

How the restless heart the

white rime lily craves!

How blessed it is to allow

the chilly snow to cool

that brow, which still carries

the summer's burning memory!