I saw a face ’twas like a winter storm
Or a ship that’s wrecked at sea.
Twisted, snarled, of uncertain shape
I did,’  such a face did I see.
Like a snowy bank all trampled down
To mush and oozy slush
With here and there and old tree-stump
Gnarled and butting thro
A smile is that, or a crevasse
In the snowy, slushy bank
Then the tree stump moved and the landscape moved,
And my heart was moved to him.