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First Snow

	City streets a swarm of bees,
	The sea of orange,
	Rounds the corners of the deepening,
	Veiling of the sky,
	In the height that spans the grid,
	A lone explore roving out into the night,
	Blows and blows into the night,
	And goes on and out into the night,
	And out across the hills and streams,
	And lakes that swell in autumn’s steam,
	And out into the night,
	And down amidst the slumbering trees,
	That tower and brood aloft in dreams,
	Of green and loving light,
	And out across the barren fields,
	A white wall now that fumes and reels,
	The wild forming now upon the wind,
	A robe of white and blinding skin,
	The white goes on and out into the night,
	And goes on and on into the night,
	And blows and blows into the night,
	And fades to corners of the night.

	City streets a swarm of bees,
	The sea of orange,
	Rounds the corners of the deepening,
	Veiling of the sky,
	In the height that spans the grid,
	A lone explore roving out into the night,
	Blows and blows into the night,
	And goes on and out into the night,
	And out across the hills and streams,
	And lakes that swell in autumn' s steam,
	And out into the night,
	And down amidst the slumbering trees,
	That tower and brood aloft in dreams,
	Of green and loving light,
	And out across the barren fields,
	A white wall now that fumes and reels,
	The wild forming now upon the wind,
	A robe of white and blinding skin,
	The white goes on and out into the night,
	And goes on and on into the night,
	And blows and blows into the night,
	And fades to corners of the night.