Old Verse of the Moment: Snow

On the list of things that I want to try to keep track of are verses of poems, song lyrics, psalms, etc. that strike me.  I'll keep the newest one on the side bar over there, and then put the old one in a blog post with it's own label so they are easily track-able.  So here is the first one, from Archibald Lampman's poem, "Snow"

The evening deepens, and the gray
Folds closer earth and sky;
The world seems shrouded far away;
Its noises sleep, and I,
As secret as yon buried stream,
Plod dumbly on, and dream.

I like this one because I like to take long, slow hikes where I basically do what the poem describes.

By the way, is the title of this one an oxymoron?