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Snowflakes - a Poetry Friday post

Today is so very cold; an Arctic airmass has come to visit. You can see your breath, of course, and it takes a good few minutes to shake the coldness out of your clothes when you come in. This sort of weather puts me in mind of snow, so today I'm sharing a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on the topic:

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.






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