THE SNOW had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl. – James Russell Lowell
Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall o the snow Before the soil hath smutched it?… O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! – Ben Johnson
Everything Sholom Aleichem talks about in his plays and his short stories is about people, family, mans relationship with his God, the breaking down of tradition. – Norman Jewison
