Once I was fair as the beautiful snow

With an eye like a crystal a heart like

its glow

Once I was loved for my innocent

grace—

Flattered and sought for the charms of

my face

Father Mother Sister and all

God and myself I have lost by my fall

The veriest wretch that goes shivering

by

Will make a wide swoop lest I wan-

der too nigh

For all that is on or above me I know

There’s nothing as pure as the beauti-

ful snow

How strange it should be that this

beautiful s ow

Should fall on a sinner nowhere to go

How strange should it be when night

comes again

if the snow and ice struck my desper-

ate brain

Fainting Freeezing Dying alone

Too wicked for prayer too weak for a

moan

To be heard in the streets of the crazy

town

Gone mad in the joy of the snow com-

ing down

To be and to die in my terrible woe

With a bed and a shrowd of the beauti-

ful snow