Snow-Burden
They bear the burden of the snow—
They bear it with a patient grace,
The drooping trees! Yet well they know
A melting hour comes on apace.
Ah, if but Time, that crowns me white,
An equal clemency would show,
Then I, some soft, mild day or night,
Would drop the burden of the snow!
They bear it with a patient grace,
The drooping trees! Yet well they know
A melting hour comes on apace.
Ah, if but Time, that crowns me white,
An equal clemency would show,
Then I, some soft, mild day or night,
Would drop the burden of the snow!
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