The Golden Darkness/Snow Nocturne (The snow is swirling down the night)

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SNOW NOCTURNE.

The snow is swirling down the night
 Careering like a storm at sea,
And like a river, weird and white,
 The street is flowing silently.

The street is flowing silently,
 And past the lamp-post’s yellow eye,
Tilting and curving before the wind
 The gold-white sails of drift blow by.

The gold-white sails of drift blow by,
 And churning softly through the spray,
Bound for the port of all my dreams
 A faery vessel glides away.

A faery vessel glides away,
 And leaves a loneliness in me,
A strangeness for those roaming dreams
 Out in the darkness on the sea. . . .