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The snow descends as if the dull sky shookIn flakes of shadow down; and through the gapBetween the ruddy schools sweeps one black rook.
The rough snowball in the playground stands huge and stillWith fair flakes settling down on it.—Beyond, the townIs lost in the shadowed silence the skies distil.
And all things are possessed by silence, and they can broodWrapped up in the sky’s dim space of hoarse silenceEarnestly—and oh for me this class is a bitter rood.
II
The Best of School
 The blinds are drawn because of the sun, And the boys and the room in a colourless gloom Of under-water float: bright ripples run Across the walls as the blinds are blown To let the sunlight in; and I, As I sit on the beach of the class alone, Watch the boys in their summer blouses, As they write, their round heads busily bowed: And one after another rouses And lifts his face and looks at me, And my eyes meet his very quietly, Then he turns again to his work, with glee.
 With glee he turns, with a little glad Ecstasy of work he turns from me, An ecstasy surely sweet to be had.
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