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No breath of wind No gleam of sun – Still

No breath of wind No gleam of sun –
Still the white snow Whirls softly down
Twig and bough And blade and thorn
All in an icy Quiet forlorn.
Whispering rustling Through the air
On still and stone Roof everywhere
It heaps its powdery Crystal flakes
Of every tree A mountain makes
""Til pale and faint At shut of day
Stoops from the West One wint""ry ray
And feathered in fire Where ghosts the moon
A robin shrills His lonely tune..

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