Rainbows (Custance)/The Snow
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The Snow
From sullen skiesThe frail white snowflakes fall like fairy butterflies,Fall on the pale small snowdrops, fall and fall,Covering the purple violets, coveringAll the fair fragile children of the Spring;Covering the big warm earth as with a pall;And then the sun shines out, and the birds singTo see a strange white world like crystal glittering.And my soul that in silence for so longHas shuddered at the wounded world's red sins, And sordid griefs and passionate dumb sorrows,Suddenly dreams a shining dream and spinsA silver poem, and straightway opens wideThe great dim windows of her house of songAnd laughs to know her dark despairs have died.