Nature
The Frosted Pane
From The Book of the Native (1896)
Nature
One night came Winter noiselessly, and leaned
Against my window-pane.
In the deep stillness of his heart convened
The ghosts of all his slain.
Leaves, and ephemera, and stars of earth,
And fugitives of grass,--
White spirits loosed from bonds of mortal birth,
He drew them on the glass.
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Roberts, Charles G. D. “The Frosted Pane.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/roberts_cgd/95/.
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Roberts, Charles G. D. “The Frosted Pane.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/roberts_cgd/95/.
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