The first snow came. How beautiful it was, falling so silently all day long, all

night long, on the mountains, on the meadows, on the roofs on the living, on

the graves of the dead! All white save the river, that marked its course be a

winding black line across the landscape; and the leafless tress, that against

the leaden sky now revealed more fully the wonderful beauty and intricacies

of their branches. What silence, too, came with the snow, and what

seclusion! Every sound was muffled; every noise changed to something soft

and musical. No more tramping hoofs, no more rattling wheels! Only the

chiming of sleigh-bell, beating as swift and merrily as the hearts of children.

Someone figure out if this is original or not. This thread was the first hit for it. So, I moved it, instead of closing/deleting.

It's a poem by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW (1807-1882), an American poet.

Well then. Buh-bye~

Shit, not in my forum anymore...Bugger.