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Snowflake Poems

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  1. The Snow-Flake by Hannah Flagg Gould
  2. A Snow-Flake by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
  3. To a Snow-Flake by Francis Thompson
  4. Snow-Flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  5. The Snow-Flakes Richard Coe
  6. Snow-Flakes by Kate Slaughter McKinney
  7. Tiny Little Snowflakes by Lucy Larcom
  8. The Snowflake by Margaret E. Sangster
  9. It Isn't Only Flakes That Fall by Annette Wynne
  10. Song of the Snowflakes by Annette Wynne

  1. The Snow-Flake

    by Hannah Flagg Gould

    "Now, if I fall, will it be my lot
    To be cast in some lone, and lowly spot,
    To melt, and to sink, unseen, or forgot?
    And there will my course be ended?"
    'T was this a feathery Snow-Flake said,
    As down through measureless space it strayed,
    Or, as half by dalliance, half afraid,
    It seemed in mid air suspended.

    "Oh! no," said the Earth, "thou shalt not lie
    Neglected and lone on my lap to die,
    Thou pure and delicate child of the sky!
    For, thou wilt be safe in my keeping.
    But then, I must give thee a lovelier form—
    Thou wilt not be part of the wintry storm,
    But revive,when the sunbeams are yellow and warm,
    And the flowers from my bosom are peeping!

    "And then thou shalt have thy choice, to be
    Restored in the lily that decks the lea,
    In the jessamine-bloom, the anemone;
    Or aught of thy spotless whiteness:—
    To melt, and be cast in a glittering bead,
    With the pearls, that the night scatters over the mead,
    In the cup where the bee and the fire-fly feed,
    Regaining thy dazzling brightness.

    "I'll let thee awake from thy transient sleep,
    When Viola's mild blue eye shall weep,
    In a tremulous tear; or, a diamond, leap
    In a drop from the unlocked fountain:
    Or, leaving the valley, the meadow and heath,
    The streamlet, the flowers and all beneath,
    Go up and be wove in the silvery wreath
    Encircling the brow of the mountain.

    "Or wouldst thou return to a home in the skies!
    To shine in the Iris I'll let thee arise,
    And appear in the many and glorious dyes
    A pencil of sunbeams is blending!
    But true, fair thing, as my name is Earth,
    I'll give thee a new and vernal birth,
    When thou shalt recover thy primal worth,
    And never regret descending!"

    "Then I will drop," said the trusting Flake;
    "But, bear it in mind, that the choice I make
    Is not in the flowers, nor the dew to wake;
    Nor the mist, that shall pass with the morning.
    For, things of thyself, they will die with thee;
    But those that are lent from on high, like me,
    They rise and will live, from thy dust set free,
    To the regions above returning.

    "And, if true to thy word, and just thou art,
    Like the spirit that dwells in the holiest heart,
    Unsullied by thee, thou wilt let me depart
    And return to my native heaven.
    For, I would be placed in the beautiful Bow,
    From time to time, in thy sight to glow,
    So thou may'st remember the Flake of Snow,
    By the promise that God hath given!"

  2. A Snow-Flake

    by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

    Once he sang of summer,
    Nothing but the summer;
    Now he sings of winter,
    Of winter bleak and drear:
    Just because there's fallen
    A snow-flake on his forehead.
    He must go and fancy
    'T is winter all the year!

  3. To a Snow-Flake

    by Francis Thompson

    What heart could have thought you? —
    Past our devisal
    (O filigree petal!)
    Fashioned so purely,
    Fragilely, surely,
    From what Paradisal
    Imagineless metal,
    Too costly for cost?

    Who hammered you, wrought you,
    From argentine vapor? —
    "God was my shaper.
    Passing surmisal,
    He hammered, He wrought me,
    From curled silver vapor,
    To lust of His mind —
    Thou could'st not have thought me!
    So purely, so palely,
    Tinily, surely,
    Mightily, frailly,
    Insculped and embossed,
    With His hammer of wind,
    And His graver of frost."

  4. Snow-Flakes

    by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    Out of the bosom of the Air,
    Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
    Over the woodlands brown and bare,
    Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
    Silent, and soft, and slow
    Descends the snow.

    Even as our cloudy fancies take
    Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
    Even as the troubled heart doth make
    In the white countenance confession,
    The troubled sky reveals
    The grief it feels.

    This is the poem of the air,
    Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
    This is the secret of despair,
    Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
    Now whispered and revealed
    To wood and field.

  5. The Snow-Flakes

    by Richard Coe

    The snow-flakes, the snow-flakes,
    The children of the sky—
    How silently they come to earth
    From their sweet home on high.

    The snow-flakes, the snow flakes,
    An angel band are they,
    Array'd in robes of spotless white,
    To cheer the winter day.

    The snow-flakes, the snow-flakes
    Their coming is a joy,
    A promise sweet of blessedness
    To many a happy boy.

    The snow-flakes, the snow-flakes,
    They cover all the earth,
    And fill the maiden's heart with thoughts
    Of happiness and mirth.

    The snow-flakes, the snow-flakes,
    The sturdy farmer's eye
    Is lit up with a brighter joy
    To see them in the sky!

    The snow-flakes, the snow-flakes,
    An angel band are they,
    Array'd in robes of spotless white,
    To cheer the winter day.

  6. Snow-Flakes

    by Kate Slaughter McKinney

    See the early snow-flakes!
    Softly they descend,
    Like an orchard blossom
    Scattered by the wind.

    Here and there they’re flying
    Over all the trees,
    High above them swarming
    Like white-winged bees.

    Faster still they’re whirling,
    Dancing into sight,
    Like a troop of fairies
    When the moon is light.

    Tripping down the highway
    In a reckless gait,
    Falling like a feather
    Without sound or weight.

    On the distant churchyard
    Over graves unkept,
    Where the leaves have drifted
    And the clouds have wept.

    Little band of angels
    Doing only good,
    Making white the meadow
    And the lonely wood.

    Greeting with light kisses
    All they chance to meet,
    Leaving shining footprints
    All about the street.

    Little winter children
    Full of life and fun—
    Oh! I love the snow-flakes,
    Love them every one.

  7. Tiny Little Snowflakes

    by Lucy Larcom

    Tiny little snowflakes,
    In the air so high,
    Are you little angels,
    Floating in the sky?
    Robed so white and spotless,
    Flying like a dove,
    Are you little creatures,
    From the world above?

    Whirling on the sidewalk,
    Dancing in the street,
    Kissing all the faces
    Of the children sweet,
    Loading all the housetops,
    Powdering all the trees,—
    Cunning little snowflakes,
    Little busy bees!

  8. The Snowflake

    by Margaret E. Sangster

    It was a little snowflake
    With tiny winglets furled;
    Its warm cloud-mother held it fast
    Above the sleeping world.
    All night the wild winds blustered
    And blew o'er land and sea;
    But the little suowflake cuddled close,
    As safe as safe could be.

    Then came the cold gray morning,
    And the great cloud-mother said:
    "Now every little snowflake
    Must proudly lift its head,
    And through the air go sailing
    Till it finds a place to alight,
    For I must weave a coverlet
    To clothe the world in white."

    The little snowflake fluttered,
    And gave a wee, wee sigh;
    But fifty million other flakes
    Came softly floating by;
    And the wise cloud-mothers sent them
    To keep the world's bread warm
    Through many a winter sunset,
    And many a night of storm.

  9. It Isn't Only Flakes That Fall

    by Annette Wynne

    It isn't only flakes that fall
    On the street and roof and all,
    All the day and evening hours,
    But white and shining stars and flowers.

    A million, million tiny stars,
    Dropping from the cloudy bars,
    Falling softly all around,
    On my sleeve and on the ground.

    A million, million flowers white,
    Falling softly day and night—
    But not a leaf or stem at all—
    It isn't only flakes that fall.

  10. Song of the Snowflakes

    by Annette Wynne

    We're very small, we're very small,
    But we can cover the world and all;
    We'll drop one by one in the middle of the night,
    And when you awake in the morning light,
    You'll find not a stick or a stone in sight.

    We're very small, we're very small.
    You'll never hear us as we fall;
    We'll cover the church, and we'll cover the tree,
    And cover the people that come out to see
    What a white, white world the world can be!

  11. Song of the Snowflakes

    by Rebecca Smith Pollard

    Say, whence come the snow-flakes—the pure, fleecy snowflakes,
    That flutter so softly, so tremblingly by?
    Are they foam from the ocean of ether above us,
    Or petals from roses that blow in the sky?
    Do seraphs who wander beside the still waters,
    Or linger, entranced, in fair bowers above,
    Keep culling the leaves of the blossoms around them
    To scatter them earthward as tokens of love?

    Are they down, that the beautiful Angel of Summer,
    At parting, so noiselessly shakes from her wings?
    Or heralds sent forth by the glittering Frost-King
    To tell of the jewels he lavishly brings?
    Oh! I sometimes half dream, as I watch the flakes falling,
    That 'tis Purity's self gliding down from the skies,
    Till, meeting our earth-damps of sin and pollution,
    They melt her to tears and of pity she dies.

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