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Fragment - December 18, 1847

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Soft through the silent air descend the feathery snow-flakes;
White are the distant hills, white are the neighboring fields;
Only the marshes are brown, and the river rolling among them
Weareth the leaden hue seen in the eyes of the blind.

(C) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
03/10/2020


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