February 19: Two Travellers perishing in Snow

[February Feels Like]

Two Travellers perishing in Snow

The Forests as they froze

Together heard them strengthening

Each other with the words

That Heaven if Heaven, must contain

What Either left behind

And then the cheer too solemn grew

For language, and the Wind

Long steps across the features took

That Love had touched that Morn

With reverential Hyacinth - 

The taleless Days went on

Till Mystery impatient drew

And those They left behind

Led absent, were procured of Heaven

As Those first furnished, said - 

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Emily Dickinson, ~1890s

it's cold!!!