Saturday, December 4, 2010

Blow, you wintry winds

Blow, you wintry winds,
Blow cold, blow cruel.
Blow how ye will,
Your chill can ne'er compare
To the coldness in his heart.
December's frigid gale
Is warmer than is he:
So cold, so cruel.
So blow, you wintry winds,
And moan for this poor fool
Whose heart's a frozen sea:
Now cold, now cruel,
Who ne'er looks back at me.


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Friday, December 3, 2010

The night

“A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders.”

--Lord Dunsany