TO A SNOWFLAKE

by: Francis Thompson

      HAT heart could have thought you?--
      Pas our devisal
      (O filigree petal!)
      Fashioned so purely,
      Fragilely, surely,
      From what Paradisal
      Imagineless metal,
      Too costly for cost?
      Who hammered you, wrought you,
      From argentine vapour?--
      "God was my shaper.
      Passing surmisal,
      He hammered, he wrought me,
      From curled silver vapour,
      To lust of His mind:--
      Thou couldst not have thought me!
      So purely, so palely,
      Tinily, surely,
      Mightily, frailly,
      Insculped and embossed,
      With His hammer of wind,
      And His graver of frost."

'To a Snowflake' is reprinted from An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A. Methuen. London: Methuen & Co., 1921.

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