Ebony and Crystal/Twilight on the Snow
TWILIGHT ON THE SNOW
Before the hill's high altar bowedThe trees are Druids, weird and white,Facing the vision of the lightWith ancient lips to silence vowed.
No certain sound the woods aver,Nor motion save of formless wings—Filled with faint twilight flutterings,With thronging gloom, and shadow-stir.
And hidden in a hollow dell,Lie all the winds that magic treesHave lulled with crystal wizardries,And bound about with Merlin-spell.