And yet I was once like the beautiful snow.
Once I was fair as the beautiful snow,
With an eye like its crystal, and heart like its glow:
Once I was loved for my innocent grace—
Flattered and sought for the charms of my face!
Father—Mother—Sisters, and all,
God and myself I have lost by my fall;
The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,
Will make a wide sweep lest I wander too nigh;
For all that is on or above me I know,