Winter
When winter chills your aged bones As by the fire you sit and nod, Youll hear a passing wind that moans, And think of one beneath the sod. Youll feebly sleek your hair of grey, And mutter words that none may know, And dream you touch the sodden clay That laps the dream of long ago. The shrinking ash may fall apart And show a gleam that lingers yet. A moment in your cooling heart May shine a sparkle of regret. And where the pit is chill and deep, And bones are mouldering in the clay, A thrill of buried love will creep And shudder aimlessly away.
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"When winter chills your aged bones..."
Exploring the themes of classic, John Le Gay Brereton delivers a powerful performance in "Winter"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...