p The rules of winter we obey.
We roll a snowball and run after.
Acclaim its jrrowth with peals of laughter,
And brush the surplus snow away.

p As if misfortune were in view,
The people passing by assemble
Along the fence with lips atremble
To watch what you and I shall do.

p We make a snowman—that is all!
0 what a triumph when from under
Your hands appears the chosen wonder,
To your prescription, stout and tall!

p You say: "Just look what I can do!”
I notice with what skill and passion
From formlessness new form you fashion
And say: "I love you, I love you!”

p With what exactness snow can trace
The very features we intended!
Then suddenly I see resplendent,
The sidelong profile of your face.

Scorning the crowd we walk away
Across the yard with self-possession.
With such a child’s intent expression
May you, beloved, always play!

p To his long-lasting labour yield,
O handiwork of my beloved!
Grant the reward a child discovers
On painting flowers in a field!

Translated by Peter Tempest