The Golden Darkness/Snow Nocturne (Black branches against the freezing night)

For works with similar titles, see Snow Nocturne.

SNOW NOCTURNE.

Black branches against the freezing night
Silverly blue and strangely fair;
Silently blowing in the starlight—
 God's tossed hair.

Fields white with snowlight curving the sky;
 Silent, upturned, gazing on space,
Brushed by the silver wind of the aeons—
 God's dead face.