Snow Beneath Whose Chilly Softness, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Snow Beneath Whose Chilly Softness

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Snow beneath whose chilly softness

Some that never lay

Make their first Repose this Winter

I admonish Thee

Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor

We so new bestow

Than thine acclimated Creature

Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?

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