 Snow song by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriBox.org by Alan Davis Drake. Fairy snow, fairy snow, blowing, blowing everywhere. Wood that I too could fly lightly, lightly through the air, like a wee crystal star I should drift. I should blow near, more near, to my dear when he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love like a flake in the storm. I should die. I should die on his lips that are warm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Snow song by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriBox.org by Caitlyn Cooper in Covington, Louisiana, December 9th, 2007. Fairy snow, fairy snow, blowing, blowing everywhere. Wood that I too could fly lightly, lightly through the air, like a wee crystal star I should drift. I should blow near, more near, to my dear when he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love like a flake in the storm. I should die. I should die on his lips that are warm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Snow song by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriBox.org by Clarica. Fairy snow, fairy snow, blowing, blowing everywhere. Wood that I too could fly lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee crystal star I should drift. I should blow near, more near, to my dear when he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love like a flake in the storm. I should die. I should die on his lips that are warm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Snow song by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriBox.org by Elizabeth Palmer. Fairy snow, fairy snow, blowing, blowing everywhere. Wood that I too could fly lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee crystal star I should drift. I should blow near, more near, to my dear when he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love like a flake in the storm. I should die. I should die on his lips that are warm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Snow song by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriBox.org by JC Guan. Montreal, December 2007. Fairy snow, fairy snow, blowing, blowing everywhere. Wood that I too could fly lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee crystal star I should drift. I should blow near, more near, to my dear when he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love like a flake in the storm. I should die. I should die on his lips that are warm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Snow song by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriBox.org by Kristen Hughes. Fairy snow, fairy snow, blowing, blowing everywhere. Wood that I too could fly lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee crystal star I should drift. I should blow near, more near, to my dear when he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love like a flake in the storm. I should die. I should die on his lips that are warm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Snow song by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriBox.org by Leanne Howlett. Fairy snow, fairy snow, blowing, blowing everywhere. Wood that I too could fly lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee crystal star I should drift. I should blow near, more near, to my dear when he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love like a flake in the storm. I should die. I should die on his lips that are warm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Snow song by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriBox.org by Mark Smith. Fairy snow, fairy snow, blowing, blowing everywhere. Wood that I too could fly lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee crystal star I should drift. I should blow near, more near, to my dear when he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love like a flake in the storm. I should die. I should die on his lips that are warm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Snow song by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriBox.org by Michelle White. Ottawa, Canada. Fairy snow, fairy snow, blowing, blowing everywhere. Wood that I too could fly lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee crystal star I should drift. I should blow near, more near, to my dear when he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love like a flake in the storm. I should die. I should die on his lips that are warm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Snow song by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriBox.org by Sean McGahey, ductapeguy.net. Fairy snow, fairy snow, blowing, blowing everywhere. Wood that I too could fly lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee crystal star I should drift. I should blow near, more near, to my dear when he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love like a flake in the storm. I should die. I should die on his lips that are warm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Snow song by Sarah Teasdale, read for LibriBox.org by Sean McGahey, ductapeguy.net. Fairy snow, fairy snow, blowing, blowing everywhere. Wood that I too could fly lightly, lightly through the air. Like a wee crystal star I should drift. I should blow near, more near to my dear where he comes through the snow. I should fly to my love like a flake in the storm. I should die. I should die on his lips that are warm. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.