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Ralph Waldo Emerson - The SnowstormRalph Waldo Emerson - The Snowstorm
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Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o`er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden`s end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier`s feet Delated, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Come see the north wind`s masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hiddden thorn; Fills up the famer`s lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer`s sighs; and at the gate A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind`s night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow.
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