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. When We Two Walked
2. There's Nothing like the Sun
3. The Sun Used to Shine
4. What Shall I Give?
5. When He Should Laugh

Adelaide Crapsey Snow ("Look up")

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