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Snow Covered

Dust of Snow
Robert Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From hemlock tree
 Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part

Of a day I rued.

    Okay, I’ve had enough already! Bring back the warm!

Winter’s sleep is upon us


by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of the bosom of the Air,
      Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
      Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
            Silent, and soft, and slow
            Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
      Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
      In the white countenance confession,
            The troubled sky reveals
            The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
      Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
      Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
            Now whispered and revealed
            To wood and field.