In snow thou comest—
Emily Dickinson
1669 In snow thou comest— Thou shalt go with the resuming ground, The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest— Thou shalt go at such a gait of joy That man anew embark to live Upon the depth of thee.
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