A Winter Night
Sara Teasdale
My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
God pity all the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor to-night
Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.
My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somewhere, like a homeless child,
My heart is crying in the cold.
2 comments:
In regards to the picture...WHY? Why the half-naked in the snow, black gloves, and all that ink...Just sayin...Otherwise a nice picture...
Yes, how many people die outside from the cold at this time of year? Too many, Roderick
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