Snowflakes – A Poem by Longfellow

Here’s a part of a poem about the snow by the American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 

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SNOWFLAKES

Out of the Bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow,
Descends the snow.

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I feel the first verse stands beautifully on its own and this is how I found it in an old children’s book.  The poem gets more melancholy as it proceeds.  Here’s the full poem with a recording:

Recording of Snowflakes

2nd Recording of Snowflakes

Snow-flakes

Out of the bosom of the Air,
      Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
      Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
            Silent, and soft, and slow
            Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
      Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
      In the white countenance confession,
            The troubled sky reveals
            The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
      Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
      Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
            Now whispered and revealed
            To wood and field.

Photos of Snowflakes by William Bentley, one of the first photographers of snowflakes circa 1885.

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