Snowflakes: Poem by Longfellow

Snow-Flakes

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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
  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
  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,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
  Now whispered and revealed
  To wood and field.

See also: Snowbound, by John Greenleaf Whittier 

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