The Mountain watches.
Snow-dusted silent streets. The midnight mass—
with quiet thronging worshippers that pass
from darkness into glimmering ecstasies.—
Another mood ...
The blizzard—
The swirling wall-like drifts, while through the streets
the snow-ploughs move like huge primeval beasts
glutted with power;
wallowing through the mists of drifting powdery particles,