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 —
(Emily Dickinson)
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