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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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COLD
A mist that froze beneath the moon and shookMinutest frosty crystals in the air.
All night the wind was still as lonely Care
Who sighs before her shivering inglenook.
The face of Winter wore a crueler look
Than when he shakes the icicles from his hair,
And, in the boisterous pauses, lets his stare
Freeze through the forest, fettering bough and brook.
He is the despot now who sits and dreams
Of desolation and despair, and smiles
At poverty, who hath no place to rest,
Who wanders o'er Life's snow-made-pathless miles,
And sees the Home-of-Comfort's window gleams,
Hugging her rag-wrapped baby to her breast.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |