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. The Two Songs
2. The Everlasting Gospel
3. Songs of Experience. The Little Girl Found
4. To the Accuser Who Is the God of This World
5. Three Things to Remember

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