Poems (Jordan)/Snow

For works with similar titles, see Snow.

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SNOW
Like marble-chips the stinging snowflakes swiftly fall,
 As if some busy sculptor, back of curtained skies,
Were fashioning for Earth's denuded cathedral,
 The statued presence of a Life that never dies.

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