Snow
No breath of wind, No gleam of sun - Still the white snow Swirls softly down - Twig and bough And blade and thorn All in an icy Quiet, forlorn. Whispering, nestling, Through the air, On sill and stone, Roof - everywhere, It heaps its powdery Crystal flakes, Of every tree A mountain makes: Till pale and faint At shut of day, Stoops from the West One wintry ray. Then, feathered in fire, Where ghosts the moon, A robin shrills His lonely tune; And from her dark-gnarled Yew-tree lair Flits she who had been In hiding there.
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"No breath of wind,..."
This evocative piece by Walter De La Mare, titled "Snow", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...