Snowfall
by Sara Teasdale
"She can't be unhappy," you said, "The smiles are like stars in her eyes, And her laugh is thistledown Around her low replies." "Is she unhappy?" you said, But who has ever known Another's heartbreak, All he can know is his own; And she seems hushed to me, As hushed as though Her heart were a hunter's fire Smothered in snow.
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