| Like Snow... Robert Graves... |
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She, then like snow in a dark night, Fell secretly, And the world waked With dazzling of the drowsy eye, So that some muttered 'Too much light,' And drew the curtains close. Like snow, warmer that fingers feared, And to soil friendly; Holding the histories of the night In yet unmelted tracks. |
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