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The Snow that never drifts

The Snow that never drifts

The Snow that never drifts
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now

So thorough in the Tree
At night beneath the star
That it was February’s Foot
Experience would swear

Like Winter as a Face
We stern and former knew
Repaired of all but Loneliness
By Nature’s Alibit

Were every storm so spice
The Value could not be
We buy with contrast Pang is good
As near as memory



Poem The Snow that never drifts - Emily Dickinson
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