They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one,
I laughed aloud when they were done;
I knew them all so well before,–
Oh they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.
06 Snow Song
Fairy snow, fairy snow,
Blowing, blowing everywhere,
Would that I
Too, could fly
Lightly, lightly through the air.
The world is tired, the year is old,
The little leaves are glad to die,
The wind goes shivering with cold
Among the rushes dry.