The Snow by Emily Dickinson
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil
On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer’s empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
There’s a definite chill in the air and all around us, frost-tinged branches, iced-up windows, the sight of robins, and the glisten of fairy lights all spell that snow and Christmas are not too far behind.
The purity of white snowfall and the glass-like translucency of ice makes them both two of the most exquisite natural wonders.
We’re celebrating the magical quality of these elements with two new colours of our cherished Dumpling Lamp and Peony Vase.
A fabulous combination of opaque white and expertly blown crystal glass, the artistry of this skill is never more apparent than in these petite offerings.
Perfect as a gift this festive season and beyond, the Dumpling in ‘Snow’ and the Peony in ‘Ice’ are two wonderful editions to our existing spectrum of colours.
Please call Head Office or visit the Showroom at Chelsea Harbour to pick up one of our frosty treasures today.