Snowflakes

Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky, It turns and turns to say “Good-by! Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!” Then lightly travels on its way. And when a snowflake finds a tree, “Good-day!” it says—“Good-day to thee! Thou art so bare and lonely, dear, I ’ll rest and call my comrades here.” But when a snowflake, brave and meek, Lights on a rosy maiden’s cheek, It starts—“How warm and soft the day! ’T is summer!”—and it melts away.