The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 17/Number 101/Snow
SNOW.
THE Summer comes, and the Summer goes.
Wild-flowers are fringing the dusty lanes,
The sparrows go darting through fragrant rains,
And, all of a sudden,—it snows!
Dear Heart! our lives so happily flow,
So lightly we heed the flying hours,
We only know Winter is gone—by the flowers,
We only know Winter is come—by the Snow!
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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