“She can't be unhappy,” you said,
“The smiles are like stars in her eyes,
And her laugh is thistledown
Around her low replies.”
“Is she unhappy?” you said -
But who has ever known
Another's heartbreak -
All he can know is his own;
And she seems hushed to me,
As hushed as though
Her heart were a hunter's fire
Smothered in snow.
Snowfall
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: fire, heart, snow, laugh, hunter, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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