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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 i...

I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town –
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down –