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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - To Thomas Woolner
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First Snow,  February 
       WOOLNER, to-night it snows for the first time. 
            Our feet know well the path where in this snow 
            Mine leave one track: how all the ways we know 
       Are hoary in the long-unwonted rime! 
       Grey as their ghosts which now in your new clime 
            Must haunt you while those singing spirits reap 
            All night the field of hospitable sleep— 
       Whose song, past the whole sea, finds counter-chime. 
       Can the year change, and I not think of thee, 
        With whom so many changes of the year 
       So many years were watched—our love`s degree 
       Alone the same? Ah still for thee and me, 
            Winter or summer, Woolner, here or there, 
       One grief, one joy, one loss, one victory.
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