S2 E2: Snow-Flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Snow-flakesBY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWOut 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 makeContinue reading “S2 E2: Snow-Flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”