Arrives the Snow ...

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight:
the whited air Hides hills
and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped,
the courier's feet Delayed,
all friends shut out,
the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
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by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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