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LATE SNOW IN THE SMOKIES by ELIZABETH JONES BROWNING

First Line: SPRING, ONE NIGHT
Last Line: THAT PALMER KNEW, AND COROT COULD NOT MISS.
Subject(s): SMOKY MOUNTAINS; SNOW; SPRING;
Spring, one night
Of borrowed wool a snow-blanket spun
And laid it on the mountain, light, so light --
Whiter than coined purity when it was done.

So holy pure indeed that the top peak
Seemed a sacrosanct, a being kneeling to confess!
Proud strength in silent beauty; and all about
Nor old nor new paths could know introgress.

Oh, late, but not for naught, the scowling night
Lent of her wintry loveliness for this:
Here was the artist's vision of delight --
That Palmer knew, and Corot could not miss.



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