Out of the 胸懷 of the air,
Out of the 雲褶 of her 衣裳 shaken,
Over the 林地 brown and bare,
Over the 農田 foresaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the 雪.

Even as our 雲想 take
Suddenly 形 in some 神 expression,
Even as the 憂思 doth make
In the 素容 confession,
The 哀穹 reveals
The 悲 it feels.

This is the 詩 of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the 天機 of despair,
久 in its cloudy 胸懷 hoarded,
Now 細語 and revealed
To 林 and field.