Like Snowby Robert Graves
She, then, like snow in a dark night,
Fell secretly. And the world waked
With dazzling of the drowsy eye,
So that some muttered 'Too much light',
And drew the curtains close.
Like snow, warmer than fingers feared,
And to soil friendly;
Holding the histories of the night
In yet unmelted tracks.
I ran across this one today and loved it. A link to learn more is here.http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/robert-graves
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