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The speckled sky is dim with snow. 



The hght flakes faher and fall slow; 



Athwart the hilltop, rapt and pale. 



Silently drops a silver veil. 



And all the valley is shut in 



By flickering curtains gray and thin. 



On turf and curb and bower-roof 



The snow storm spreads its ivory woof. 



The hooded beehive, small and low. 

 Stands like a maiden in the snow; 

 All day the blasted oak has stood 

 A muffled wizard of the wood; 

 Garland and airy cap adorn 

 The sumac and the wayside thorn. 

 And clustering spangles lodge and shine 

 In the dark tresses of the pine. 



1922 



JANUARY 



Vol. L No. I 



