Dermot
Freyer .
Like balls of
snow
That
in
mid
air
hover
,
The white
chrysanthemums
Sway
and
recover
.
Like
balls
of
snow
Splashed
on
a
wall
,
The
winds blow
And
the
white
flake
-
petals
fall
.
Like balls
of
snow
,
When
the moon
is
out
,
Dew
-
kissed
,
the white
petals
Fling
pale
fires about
.
All through
the
wild nights
,
Like balls
of
snow
,
The
white
chrysanthemums
Toss
to
and
fro
.