How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
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The white marble eyes of the Goddess of love, Minerva, Nice poem shared.
snow, blow! - fate, rest on, dawn, nice rhyme scheme ababab....
am still searching for those stars at night they're rarity here...nice
........a wonderful poem.....would love to see millions of stars on a cloudless night....enjoyed...
Frost was truly one of the best.