Sir Charles GD Roberts


The Frosted Pane - Poem by Sir Charles GD Roberts

One night came Winter noiselessly, and leaned
Against my window-pane.
In the deep stillness of his heart convened
The ghosts of all his slain.

Leaves, and ephemera, and stars of earth,
And fugitives of grass, --
White spirits loosed from bonds of mortal birth,
He drew them on the glass.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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