Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: Snow-Flakes

Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FLIGHT THE SECOND - Snow-Flakes
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Snow-Flakes Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded; This is the secret of despair, Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded, Now whispered and revealed To wood and field. Content of FLIGHT THE SECOND: Snow-Flakes [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second)] Read next: FLIGHT THE SECOND#A Day of Sunshine Read previous: FLIGHT THE SECOND#The Cumberland Table of content of Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second) GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Birds of Passage (Flight The First & Flight The Second) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow