Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | January 5, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Snowflakes

by 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.

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

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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