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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Snow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down out of heaven, <br>Frost-kissed <br>And wind driven, <br>Flake upon flake, <br>Over forest and lake, <br>Cometh the snow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Folding the forest, <br>Folding the farms, <br>In a mantle of white; <br>And the river’s great arms, <br>Kissed by the chill night <br>From clamor to rest, <br>Lie all white and shrouded <br>Upon the world’s breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Falling so slowly <br>Down from above, <br>So white, hushed, and holy, <br>Folding the city <br>Like the great pity <br>Of God in His love; 20 <br>Sent down out of heaven <br>On its sorrow and crime, <br>Blotting them, folding them <br>Under its rime. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fluttering, rustling, <br>Soft as a breath, <br>The whisper of leaves, <br>The low pinions of death, <br>Or the voice of the dawning, <br>When day has its birth, <br>Is the music of silence <br>It makes to the earth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus down out of heaven, <br>Frost-kissed <br>And wind driven, <br>Flake upon flake, <br>Over forest and lake, <br>Cometh the snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wilfred+Campbell">William Wilfred Campbell</a><div class=q>
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Frost-kissed 
And wind driven, 
Flake upon flake, 
Over forest and lake, 
Cometh the snow. 

Folding the forest, 
Folding the farms, 
In a mantle of white; 
And the river’s great arms, 
Kissed by the chill night 
From clamor..."></div>
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