For Eager Lovers (Taggard collection)/Frost in the Air
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FROST IN THE AIR
Winter put his shoulder
To our door,
Nights are turning colder
More and more;
We are old—or older
Than before.
To our door,
Nights are turning colder
More and more;
We are old—or older
Than before.
Poppied sleep and honeyed breath
Are an antidote for death.
Are an antidote for death.
If your fingers tingle
Hold them here:
Doom has drawn a single
Circle clear;
Lean to me and mingle
Fear with fear. . . .
Hold them here:
Doom has drawn a single
Circle clear;
Lean to me and mingle
Fear with fear. . . .
Poppied sleep and honeyed breath
Are an antidote for death.
Are an antidote for death.