Snow by Night Rachel Field SNO T NOW is falling to-night, The tallest buildings seem Angular phantoms dim As the texture of a dream. Snow at the windowpane, And we who watch it blow, Slanting and fine and white, Must whisper, "Even so It fell on roofs of old, On streets of long ago, On the watchman calling, 'Twelve O' the clock, and a fall of snow!'' D.P. Lathrop