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.
Snow-Flakes
Analysis, meaning and summary of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem Snow-Flakes
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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.
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.
It is wrong that you do not include this poems second verse.