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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FIRST SNOW, by OTTO FREUND
First Line: The hiss of speeding motors in the street
Last Line: Within the golden circle of the fire.
Subject(s): Snow
First Line: The hiss of speeding motors in the street
Last Line: Within the golden circle of the fire.
Subject(s): Snow
The hiss of speeding motors in the street
Is muffled now. The far-off whistles blow
Dull in a feathered world of falling snow;
The drifted walks are deaf to hurrying feet.
The clock ticks with a sober, patient beat;
At intervals a timber creaks below;
Upon the hearth the birch logs snap and glow --
The rest is silence, soothing and complete.
Even the winds are still. No frosted pane
Is shaken by the ghostly finger-tips
Of driven snow; no storm-born gnomes complain
Down the chimney's throat. The evening slips
From dream to dream, while doubt and care expire
Within the golden circle of the fire.
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