 | The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley |  |
1967
THE EDGE OF THE WIND
Ye stars in ye skies seem twinklingIn icicles of light,
And ye edge of ye wind cuts keener
Than ever ye sword-edge might;
Ye footsteps crunch in ye courtway,
And ye trough and ye cask go “ping!”—
Ye china cracks in ye pantry,
And ye crickets cease to sing.
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