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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 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. 

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Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Poem: Snow-Flakes
Volume: Birds Of Passage

Comment 4 of 4, added on December 10th, 2012 at 2:20 PM.

fuck u

khaleb titus from United States
Comment 3 of 4, added on April 29th, 2007 at 8:35 PM.

The first verse of this poem is hauntingly beautiful to the point where it almost scares you.I had the pleasure of singing this poem with my other classmates in our chorus.It was an experience that I won't forget.

Madeline from United States
Comment 2 of 4, added on February 22nd, 2007 at 11:29 PM.

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.

tallgrass from United States

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