Snow Song

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Snow Song
by Sara Teasdale
From Helen of Troy and Other Poems


Fairy snow, fairy snow,
Blowing, blowing everywhere,
      Would that I
      Too, could fly
Lightly, lightly through the air.

Like a wee, crystal star
I should drift, I should blow
      Near, more near,
      To my dear
Where he comes through the snow.

I should fly to my love
Like a flake in the storm,
      I should die,
      I should die,
On his lips that are warm.