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ON THE FORTHCOMING VOLUME OF SIDNEY LANIER'S POEMS.
Snow! Snow! Snow!Do thy worst, Winter, but know, but know
That, when the Spring cometh, a blossom shall blow
From the heart of the Poet that sleeps below,
And his name to the ends of the earth shall go,
In spite of the snow!
Poems by John B. Tabb | ||