Ruth B. Field
So silently the crystal snowflakes fell
While all the winter birds forgot to sing.
And hushed was every listening tower bell;
Deep silence hovered like a silvery wing.
In wonder, each tree stood so very still;
The murmuring brook song faded quite away.
While velvet piled high on each windowsill
And falling white stars blurred the winter day,
Deep silence fell upon the countryside.
Small, muffled sounds came at last, when lo!
A star bloomed o'er the hill at eventide.
It seemed that angels sang across the snow.
