Snow

Phillip Edward Thomas

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In the gloom of whiteness,
In the great silence of snow,
A child was sighing
And bitterly saying:`Oh,
They have killed a white bird up there on her nest,
The down is fluttering from her breast!`
And still it fell through that dusky brightness
On the child crying for the bird of the snow.

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