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.
Using a background to create the metaphore is a good ttechnique
Using a background to crate the metaphor is a good technique
A poem written from a compassionate heart. Yet another talented, tragic life- - Sara was sickly for most of her years, and finally took her own life. But her talent is her legacy.
its wonderful writings- 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 ///
'But somewhere, like a homeless child, My heart is crying in the cold. - The poetess' compassion touched me!
nice and sad