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First Line: Pointed icicles hung on my porch in the moonlight / glittering bright
Last Line: In my unfaith!
Subject(s): Cold; Ice; Seasons; Silence; Snow; Winter


Pointed icicles hung on my porch in the moonlight
Glittering bright.
Crusted snow on the lawn, mounded snow in the roadway,—
Silence and night!

Crouched little houses, where windows were blank, and the sleepers
Breathed or lay still!
Into my heart stole the silent fruition of winter,—
Warmth in the chill.

Often and often my heart too hath known its deep winter
Of pride white and cold,
Drifted with bitterness, clogged with its vanities, smothered
With Self, from of old.

Not a withdrawing in chill for a nobler fruition
As this of the Earth;
Only for sensitive whim, or a pose superficial,
A cynical mirth!

Now, of the hearts that are mine, that are sleeping above me,
Lord, let me learn,
Ere to thy splendor of stars, thine ineffable moonlight,
I must return!

Lest in my Spring I have put on the armor of Winter,
Following a wraith,—
Lest a deep cold hath benumbed me forever and ever
In my unfaith!





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