Poem by Edward Thomas

Snow

In the gloom of whiteness,
In the great silence of snow,
A child was sighing
And bitterly saying: "Oh,
They have killed a white bird up there on her nest,
The down is fluttering from her breast!"
And still it fell through that dusky brightness
On the child crying for the bird of the snow. 

1. The Green Roads
2. The Sun Used to Shine
3. The Mill-Pond
4. Bright Clouds
5. Melancholy

Robert Frost Snow ("The three stood listening to a fresh access")

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