Poem by William Blake

Soft Snow

I walked abroad in a snowy day
I askd the soft snow with me to play:
She playd & she melted in all her prime;
And the winter calld it a dreadful crime.

1. To Thomas Butts
2. Epigram
3. The Invocation
4. Eternity
5. Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found

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