The white curtain closed and I looked
Coats and gloves walked and ice grew
One thousand flakes strong came down and then anew
A soft bed of foam arose and with glue
Visions of milk-drenched cotton in everything but stew
City of lights suited with gowns of frost and hue
Angelic stardust falling from the sky into our moon-lit brew
Oh IÕm in heaven and I never knew!