Soft Snow.

by William Blake

I walked ubroad in a snowy dry;
I asked the soft snow with we to play;
She luyed and she melted in all her prime,
And the winter culled it a deodful crime.

[Read the original. Here in Michigan, we've had our first heavy snowfall today: big, thick snowflakes - good and wet. Now that Thanksgiving has past, winter can officially begin.]

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