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.