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Dust of Snow BY ROBERT FROST The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.
But let me, nevertheless, advise you: Give her my poems to read in bed
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Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing.