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 Softly upon the forehead fair, Crisping the poppy-perfumed hair, Its winnowing ice-birds lilt and go,— But no reproach, Elise, oh no— Only the rustle of the snow! ’Twill skim thy throat not rude or redly—
 * Its dapper feet,
 * Slippered with sleet,

Shall into thy bonnet and bossom retreat
 * With a stinging like snow,
 * Which is woe—

Only my curse, my curse you know!
 * Not rude or redly—
 * Nothing but snow!

As shy—as smooth—as cool—as slow—
 * As deadly.