Glamour

Out of my window I looked last night; 
Under my window the world lay white. 
Strong black shadows marked bush and tree,
And I wondered long how this change might be — 
Had the snow stolen on us when none could see? 

Whiter and whiter the wonder grew,
And the magic of moonlight at last I knew;
With her ghostly light she liad mocked the snow,
And the sleeping houses would never know 
That the streets beneath them lay glamoured so. 

And I thought, as I looked at the street grown strange, 
How the face of the world with a dream can change. 
How love, like the moon that I could not see, 
Makes whiter and fairer than snow can be 
My thought of my lover, his thought of me.