(The first two stanzas below are from the poem "Dust of Snow" by Robert Frost. The next two stanzas have been added by me.)
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
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
The next time in sorrow
I'll go back to the tree
Looking for the crow
To dust snow on me
What if the crow then dusts no snow
Occupied perhaps with its own woe?
Maybe I mustn't look up to the crow
But learn to mend my heart on my own
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