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Poem by Sara Teasdale

A Winter Night

  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.

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale's other poems:
  1. The Broken Field
  2. Song at Capri
  3. Love Me
  4. Four Winds
  5. Primavera Mia

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Robert Burns A Winter Night ("When biting Boreas, fell and doure") 1786

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