Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature. 1904. | | | | III. The Seasons | | Snow-Flakes | | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882) |
| | | 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 | 5 |
| Descends the snow. | |
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| Even as our cloudy fancies take | |
| Suddenly shape in some divine expression, | |
| Even as the troubled heart doth make | |
| In the white countenance confession, | 10 |
| The troubled sky reveals | |
| The grief it feels. | |
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| This is the poem of the air, | |
| Slowly in silent syllables recorded; | |
| This is the secret of despair, | 15 |
| Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded, | |
| Now whispered and revealed | |
| To wood and field. | | | | |
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