The grass is half-covered with snow.

It was the kind of snowfall that starts in late afternoon,

And now the little houses of the grass are growing dark.

If I reached my hands down, near the earth,

I could take handfulls of darkness!

That darkness was always there, which we never noticed.

As the snow grows heavier, the cornstalks fade farther away,

And the barn moves nearer to the house.

The barn moves all alone in the growing storm.

The barn is full of corn, and moving toward us now

Like a hulk blown toward us in a storm at sea;

All the sailors on deck have been blind for many years.