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The Snow that never drifts-
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now-
So thorough in the Tree
At night beneath the star
That it was February's Foot
Experience would swear-
Like Winter as a Face
We stern and former knew
Repaired of all but Loneliness
By Nature's Alibit-
Were every storm so spice
The Value could not be-
We buy with contrast-Pang is good
As near as memory-
The Snow That Never Drifts'
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: memory, nature, never, night, star, time, tree, winter, good, single, face, storm, february, experience, year, beneath, swear, snow, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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