From each roof and tree, great drippings we see,
Making gutters and crossings quite up to the knee;
The sidewalks so icy, the pavements a show;
All on account of the “Beautiful Snow.”
From the time that we leave the sill of the door,
“Eaves-droppings,” in torrents, all over us pour—
Such splashing above, such slushing below;
All on account of the “Beautiful Snow.”
Then we slip and we slide, as we try to proceed;
Tottering and trembling, like a wind-waving reed.