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THE darkened street was muffled with the snow, / The falling flakes had made your shoulders white, / And when we found a shelter from the night / Its glamor fell upon us like a blow.
The clash of dishes and the viol and bow / Mingled beneath the fever of the light.
The heat was full of savors, and the bright / Laughter of women lured the wine to flow.
A little child ate nothing while she sat / Watching a woman at a table there / Lean to a kiss beneath a drooping hat.
The hour went by, we rose and turned to go, / The somber street received us from the glare, / And once more on your shoulders fell the snow.