The gentle snows are falling now;


    Down from the petal-clouded sky


    Of mistral-rustled branch and stalk


    In shimmering white whorls they fly.


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    The earth, untempered, fierce and wild


    Is winter-hued, those fragments bright:


    And from the heavens, glimmer down


    the petals now like shards of light.