Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE FIRST SNOW, by ADA CASSELL SELL



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THE FIRST SNOW, by                    
First Line: The trees are harps for the wind to play
Last Line: The man who hunts or the child at play?
Subject(s): Snow


The trees are harps for the wind to play,
Now loud, now soft, the weirdest lay,
Whoever dreamed in the summertime
Green boughs could yield to a ghostly rhyme?

There's something about the newborn snow
That makes the eyes of the children glow,
They shout and tumble and run along,
Akin to the wind and the treetop's song.

A shot rings out from the mountain near,
There in the snow are the tracks of deer!
And who is the happier, who can say,
The man who hunts or the child at play?





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