When at each door the ruffian winds
Have laid a dying man to groan,
And filled the air on winter nights
With cries of infants left alone;
And every thing that has a bed
Will sigh for others that have none:
On such a night, when bitter cold,
Young Beauty, full of love thoughts sweet,
Can redden in her looking-glass;
With but one gown on, in bare feet,
She from her own reflected charms
Can feel the joy of summer's heat.
Young Beauty
William Henry Davies
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Poem topics: alone, beauty, feel, joy, night, summer, winter, sweet, young, door, cold, bitter, glass, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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