 | [Poems by Cary in] The poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
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SAFE.
Oh, stormy wind of winter-time,
Moan wildly as you will;
His rest you cannot trouble now,
His heart you cannot chill.
Moan wildly as you will;
His rest you cannot trouble now,
His heart you cannot chill.
Lean to the earth, oh, summer corn,
Before the dim wet blast;
His eyes have seen the golden calm
Of harvests never past.
Before the dim wet blast;
His eyes have seen the golden calm
Of harvests never past.
Deep in your bosom fold, oh earth,
Your shining flowers away;
His steps are in the lily fields
Of never ending May.
Your shining flowers away;
His steps are in the lily fields
Of never ending May.
Draw your red shadows from the wall,
Oh beauteous ember-glow;
Drift cold about his silent house,
Oh white December snow;
Oh beauteous ember-glow;
Drift cold about his silent house,
Oh white December snow;
Across the sparkle of the dew
Dry dust in whirlwinds pour;
Hide, new moon, in the cloudy skies—
He needs your light no more!
Dry dust in whirlwinds pour;
Hide, new moon, in the cloudy skies—
He needs your light no more!
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