It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight ... It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill ... It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
(James Joyce, Dubliners, 1914)

Es hatte wieder zu schneien begonnen. Schläfrig schaute er den Flocken zu, silbern und dunkel, die schräg zum Lampenlicht herabwehten [...] Er fiel auf sämtliche Stellen des dunklen zentralen Flachlands [...] Langsam schwand seine Seele,
während er den Schnee sacht durch das All fallen hörte und sacht, dem Herabsenken ihrer letzten Stunde gleich, auf alle Lebendigen und Toten.
(James Joyce, Dubliner, 1914)