Poems (Tree)/The Cold Light Steals Into My Soul
THE cold light steals into my soulRevealing its emptiness,The cold winds batter at my heartAnd make its lonely tenant shake wi0th fear—The raindrops slide across the window-glassLike sighs that fall from patient weariness;And coldly smiling timePeers with his clock-face, ticking in my brainThe pulse of a monotonous remorse.
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