SNOWFLAKES
The snowflakes Summer's flowers seemed,
White-gowned, and walking in Death-sleep;
The winds, roused by their presence, screamed,
Causing the bravest trees to leap.
White-gowned, and walking in Death-sleep;
The winds, roused by their presence, screamed,
Causing the bravest trees to leap.
They were, in truth, angels, arrayed
In glistening robes of frozen light,
Whose hands, on Nature's eyes were laid
That so she might receive her sight.
In glistening robes of frozen light,
Whose hands, on Nature's eyes were laid
That so she might receive her sight.
Her inner sight of holy worth,
With which God's secret thoughts are seen,
To which she will give later birth,
In living words with bodies green.
With which God's secret thoughts are seen,
To which she will give later birth,
In living words with bodies green.
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