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A Winter Night
(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

A Winter Night

Poem By Sara Teasdale

My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.

God pity all the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor to-night
Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.

My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somewhere, like a homeless child,
My heart is crying in the cold.

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such a great beautiful winter poem penned..........great 10++
MY WINDOW PANE IS STARRED WITH FROST
So boring I thought I was going to die
its wonderful writings- God pity all the homeless ones, The beggars pacing to and fro. God pity all the poor to-night Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow ///
'But somewhere, like a homeless child, My heart is crying in the cold. - The poetess' compassion touched me!


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