How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!--
As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
I think this poem is about a person who is looking at stars and describing it's beauty. He also (in a way) compares to snow. He also the white snow reminds him the snow is as white as "Minerva's" eyes.
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Nice choice of poem. Look at the last two lines and try to include them in your explanation.
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