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Robert Bridges

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When men were all asleep the snow came flying,
In large white flakes falling on the city brown,
Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,
Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.
--
London Snow, l. 1-4 (1890).

 
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