Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SNOW, by JOSEPH MONCURE MARCH



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SNOW, by                    
First Line: All night I heard the dry snow whispering
Last Line: I turned back from the window with a shudder.
Subject(s): Snow


All night I heard the dry snow whispering
And tapping faintly on my window pane;
Whispering like some old witch-hag gone insane:
Although the tapping seemed more like a bird
Beating against the pane with a feeble wing.
Perhaps it was just the noises of the snow;
Perhaps I was foolish to think I overheard
"Two struggling horses trapped in drifts and smothered. . . .
"One white-haired farmer shuffling home to sleep. . . .
"A broken roof -- six frozen sheep below. . . .
"A girl whose two weeks' child will go unmothered. . . .
"A bundle of feathers frozen in a heap. . . .
"A cow that lost herself and froze her udder. . . ."
I turned back from the window with a shudder.





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