When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,. Far south the lift,. Dim-dark'ning thro' the flaky show'r,. Or whirling drift: Ae night the storm the steeples ...

Pile high the hickory and the light. Log of chestnut struck by the blight. Welcome in the winter night. The day has gone in hewing and felling,

All out of doors looked darkly in at him. Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.

Jan 16, 2022 · From windows in my father's house, Dreaming my dreams on winter nights, I watched Orion as a girl Above another city's lights. Years go, dreams ...

February 1932 | Michael Roberts, Harriet Monroe, J. Adams, Basil Bunting, Cecil Day-Lewis, Ford Ford, M. Gower, Julian Huxley, Joseph Macleod, Dudley…

Oct 27, 2023 · Love the poem. Short and sweet, don't let other people convince you otherwise.

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.

It snowed and snowed throughout the land, A ceaseless snowing. On the table, a candle burned; A flame was glowing. Like a swarm of gnats in summer

Now winter nights enlarge This number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow ...