Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
The Snow-FlakeRobert Burns Wilson (18501916)
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Climb’d’st thou the sun’s beam, from the ocean’s breast,
Or from some ice-capped mountain’s sparkling crest;
Or from the rill which bathed yon hill’s hot brow
When summer’s fever burned;—all ashen, now,
With winter’s savage frown? or didst thou rest
Within some pool which breathing spring caressed
With silken leaves, that decked the dipping bough?
Mayhap a tear-like drop of morning’s dew
Wert thou—spilled from the hare-bell’s trembling cup,
Or nestled on some blade—content to be
The glory of the ray which bare thee up,
Far—far—within the skies’ wide sea of blue:—
Now, wandering back across the frozen lea.