Like an army defeated/ The snow hath retreated.

Because there was so much snow, it was impossible to find anyone. Even the army couldn't find anything looking by helicopter.

Lawn as white as driven snow, Cyprus black as e'er was crow, Gloves as sweet as damask roses, Masks for faces and for noses, Bugle bracelet, necklace amber, Perfume for a lady's chamber, Golden quoifs and stomachers For my lads to give their dears, Pins and poking-sticks of steel, What maids lack from head to heel.

O that I were a mockery king of snow, Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke To melt myself away in water drops!

If but a dozen French Were there in arms, they would be as a call To train ten thousand English to their side, Or as a little snow, tumbled about, Anon becomes a mountain.

Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,Emblems right meet of decency does yield.