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Sweet melody amidst the moving spheres Breaks forth, a solemn and entrancing sound, A harmony whereof the earth's green hills Give but the faintest echo; yet is there. Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
God, when you thought of a pine tree, How did you think of a star? How did you dream of the Milky Way To guide us from afar.
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Music By Bessie Rayner Parkes Sweet melody amidst the moving spheres Breaks forth, a solemn and entrancing sound, A harmony whereof the earth's green hills Give but the faintest echo; yet is there Read Complete Poem. Desert Places By Robert Frost Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. Related Categories.
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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils;. Read Complete Poem. My brother Vincent told me about this poem during one of our first escapades to the Himalayas. Absolute stunner.
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Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Anyone familiar with a wooded snowy vista would certainly be reminded of this poem as I did after being introduced to the writings many years ago in school. Many years have passed since its Read complete story. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
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