“The Snow that never drifts” by Emily Dickinson

The Snow that never drifts

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, 1830-1886

Poem in the public domain

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