Snowfall
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Silently, slowly falls the snow from an ashen sky,
Cries, and sounds of life from the city rise no more,
No more the hawker’s shout and the sound of running wheels,
No more the joyous song of love and youth arise.
Raucously from the somber spire through the leaden air
The hours moan, like sighs of a world removed from time.
Wandering birds insistent knock on the glowing panes.
My ghostly friends return, and gaze, and call me.
Soon, my dear ones, soon—be still, O dauntless heart—
Down to the silence I come, in the shadow I will rest.
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(Tr: Romilda Rendel)
Giosuè Carducci
(27th July 1835 – 16th Feb 1907)
Italian Poet
https://archive.org/details/anthologyofworld0000vand/page/611/mode/1up
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