Emily Dickinson Snow Poems

I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
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Two Travellers perishing in Snow
The Forests as they froze
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A little Snow was here and there
Disseminated in her Hair -
Since she and I had met and played
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Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
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The Snow that never drifts -
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
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In snow thou comest -
Thou shalt go with the resuming ground,
The sweet derision of the crow,
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