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Snowflakes
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.
Poem - Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
