Crisply the bright snow whispered, 
Crunching beneath our feet; 
Behind us as we walked along the parkway, 
Our shadows danced, 
Fantastic shapes in vivid blue. 
Across the lake the skaters 
Flew to and fro, 
With sharp turns weaving 
A frail invisible net. 
In ecstacy the earth 
Drank the silver sunlight; 
In ecstacy the skaters 
Drank the wine of speed; 
In ecstacy we laughed 
Drinking the wine of love. 
Had not the music of our joy 
Sounded its highest note? 
But no, 
For suddenly, with lifted eyes you said, 
"Oh look!" 
There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple, 
Fearless and gay as our love, 
A bluejay cocked his crest! 
Oh who can tell the range of joy 
Or set the bounds of beauty?