No Quiet Such As This

There is no quiet such as this, At least none that I know; Like moonlight on a downy drift, So fell those flakes of snow. In a deep dark wood it happened As the flurries stirred the air-- And the quiet overwhelmed me Leaving me a captive there. Bound by such a peaceful sight I wandered not a bit, But tarried in that deep, dark wood, And in reverent awe of it. Still the chill did overtake me And most sadly I did go-- But I've not heard such quiet since As those falling flakes of snow.