My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
God pity all the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor to-night
Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.
My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somewhere, like a homeless child,
My heart is crying in the cold.
A Winter Night
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: child, heart, june, moon, poor, snow, walk, wind, world, frost, room, lamp, bitter, warm, window, sword, god, night, cold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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