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SNOWSTORM (II)
The boy that goes to fodder with surpriseWalks o'er the gate he opened yesternight.
The hedges all have vanished from his eyes;
E'en some tree-tops the sheep could reach to bite.
The novel scene engenders new delight,
And, though with cautious steps his sports begin,
He bolder shuffles the huge hills of snow,
Till down he drops and plunges to the chin,
And struggles much and oft escape to win—
Then turns and laughs but dare not further go;
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Where little birds that soon at eve went in
With heads tucked in their wings now pine for day
And little feel boys o'er their heads can stray.
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