Snow Storm
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hat a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stopsTo howl more loud, while the snow volley keepsIncessant batter at the window pane,Making our comfort feel as sweet again;And in the morning, when the tempest drops,At every cottage door mountainous heapsOf snow lie drifted, that all entrance stopsUntill the beesom and the shovel gainThe path, and leave a wall on either side.The shepherd rambling valleys white and wideWith new sensations his old memory fills,When hedges left at night, no more descried,Are turned to one white sweep of curving hills,And trees turned bushes half their bodies hide. The boy that goes to fodder with surpriseWalks oer the gate he opened yesternight.The hedges all have vanished from his eyes;Een some tree tops the sheep could reach to bite.The novel scene emboldens new delight,And, though with cautious steps his sports begin,He bolder shuffles the huge hills of snow,Till down he drops and plunges to the chin,And struggles much and oft escape to win--Then turns and laughs but dare not further go;For deep the grass and bushes lie below,Where little birds that soon at eve went inWith heads tucked in their wings now pine for dayAnd little feel boys oer their heads can stray.
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