Cold Poem by Harcourt Noble

See how you are, so bold!
Of your wickedness, oh! Cold
In my ears you sing
In my body you sting
You want to kill me
Because am not with thee

My body so soft and mild
On it you are so hard and wild
Am a bad child!
That you always chide
Between you and my parents
With strong preference I choose my parents

In winter
You bitter
In spring
You sting
While at autumn
You bring misfortune

I can't go any where
For you've kept me in here
Will I call it atrocity?
That you've done in this city
I am no longer bold
Because of you, cold

Look what you've brought
I know it is not bought

I charge be so low
When in wind you blow
But I have a vision
Which you can't envision
Oh! Mighty is your sting
Oh! Mighty do I think

To make my body warm
With clothes made of worm
Now, my heart made of gold
I think I am bold
You will no longer keep humans inside
Neither will you go to the animal's side

Is like you've not been told
How bad you are oh! Cold.