Fresher

Than spring's new scents
The winter's earliest wind
Blows from the hills the first faint breath
Of Snow.

Why have I
thought the dew
Ephemeral when I
Shall rest so short a time, myself,
On earth?

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Crapsey You nailed this piece of poetry