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THE SNOW-SHOWER.

Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes;The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, And dark and silent the water lies;And out of that frozen mist the snowIn wavering flakes begins to flow;Flake after flake,They sink in the dark and silent lake.
See how in a living swarm they come From the chambers beyond that misty veil;Some hover awhile in air, and some Rush prone from the sky like summer hail.
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