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.
Snow Dust
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Robert Frost was an American poet and four-time recipient of the Pulitzer Prize. He died in 1963.
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