Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)  

 

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Snow-flakes

 

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.  

 

 

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