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The title explains it all. These poems may be simple, but they are beautiful and especially beloved to me.
They’re actually both excerpts from slightly longer poems; and since neither is very well-known, I want to share them here.
From “The First Snowfall” by James Russell Lowell
The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
From “I’ll tell you how the sun rose” by Emily Dickinson
I’ll tell you how the sun rose, –
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have been the sun!”