A Winter Night

    My window-pane is starred with frost, The world is bitter cold tonight, The moon is cruel, and the wind Is like a two-edged sword to smite¹.

    God pity all the homeless ones, The beggars² 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.