Snowfall — Summary

"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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Sara Teasdale’s speaker hears someone claim that a woman cannot be unhappy because her eyes shine and her laugh is light. The speaker pushes back gently: no one can truly know another person’s heartbreak, only his own. What the speaker perceives in the woman is not obvious joy but a deep stillness, as if her heart were a hunter’s fire smothered in snow. That closing image suggests warmth and life still burning somewhere beneath a cold, quiet surface. The mood is restrained and lonely, full of unspoken feeling. It hints that cheerfulness can be a mask, and that real sorrow often stays hidden from others.

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