Falling all the night-time,

Falling all the day,

Silent into silence,

From the far-away;

Stilly host unnumbered,

All the night and day

Falling, falling, falling,

From the far-away,—

Never came like glory

To the fields and trees,

Never summer blossoms

Thick and white as these.

To the dear old places

Winging night and day,

Follow, follow, follow,

Fold them soft away;

Folding, folding, folding,

Fold the world away,

Souls of flowers drifting

Down the winter day.