Out of the dream: wind in the snow all day, Wrapping itself in the snow, tearing it up for a veil to cover it; And at night the sky, and a girl standing, So cold, with a mind to wrap herself as the wind does, Making a warmth at last. But the fingers catch at her, And she, afraid and quivering, turns to the dark house, Where the cold creeps like a little animal with a tail, Gnawing at the baseboards, and the wind is also naked, Having to cover it only the dust and the cobwebs, That was so proud. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CREATION by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA by GEORGE BERKELEY THE OLD BRIDGE AT FLORENCE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET PREFIXED TO 'THE COMMONWEALTH & GOVERNMENT OF VENICE' by EDMUND SPENSER |