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The white snow falls on hill and dale, The snow falls white by square and street, Falls on the town, a bridal veil, And on the fields a winding-sheet. A winding-sheet for last year's flowers, For last year's love, and last year's tear, A bridal veil for the New Hours, For the New Love and the New Year. Soft snow, spread out his winding-sheet! Spin fine her veil, O bridal snow! Cover the print of her dancing feet, And the place where he lies low. |