Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE COLD WIND, by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER


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First Line: A cold wind entered the lamp-lit room
Last Line: Will death's white rose match herself with this?
Subject(s): Wind


ACOLD wind entered the lamp-lit room,
As winter never enters the street.
I shut my book on a rose in bloom,
And gathered my strength my doom to meet;
There never was rose so dark and sweet.

The door was shut and the window barred;
The air was full of the rose's breath,
And close at my side my love kept guard,
And tried to hold me away from Death,
But touched him not, though he held me hard.

The cold wind blew on my weary brows,
The cold wind crept on the soles of my feet;
In the deep of night, in the sleeping house,
I heard in my bosom the trapped heart beat,
And lifted my eyes my doom to meet.

Death and my love by me stood so close,
The cold wind lifted their yellow hair.
My love was as pale as a Christmas rose;
Death was as tall and twice as fair,
With the patient eyes of a wayfarer.

I took my hands from my dear love's hold:
Back I fell from my dear love's kiss.
Is it Love or Death, then, whose breast feels cold
Against my heart, where the red rose is?
Will Death's white rose match herself with this?





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