Christopher Morley (Кристофер Морли)

The Furnace

At night I opened
    The furnace door:
The warm glow brightened
    The cellar floor.

The fire that sparkled
    Blue and red,
Kept small toes cosy
    In their bed.

As up the stair
    So late I stole,
I said my prayer:
    Thank God for coal!

1. A Handful of Sonnets
2. Ars Dura
3. Pedometer
4. Reading Aloud
5. The New Altman Building

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