Or wallow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 3
A cheer for the snow--the drifting snow;
Smoother and purer than Beauty's brow;
The creature of thought scarce likes to tread
On the delicate carpet so richly spread.
ELIZA COOK: _Snow._
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven.
EMERSON: _The Snow-Storm._