On turf and curb and bower roof
The snowstorm spreads its [ivory woof];
It [paves with pearl] the garden walk;
And lovingly round [tattered stalk]
And [shivering stem] its magic weaves
A mantle fair as lily leaves.
The hooded beehive, small and low,
Stands like a maiden in the snow;
And an old door slab is half hid
Under an [alabaster lid].