James Russell Lowell 22 February 1819 – 12 August 1891

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I'm looking for the name of a poem by JTL about winter. I remember some words, perhaps not accurate: The snow had begun in the gloaming and busily all the night, had been heaping field and byway with a silence deep and bright. Every pine, fir and hemlock wore ermine too deep for an Earl. And the poorest twig on the elm tree was ridged inch deep in pearl.