THE cold light steals into my soul
Revealing its emptiness,
The cold winds batter at my heart
And make its lonely tenant shake wi0th fear—
The raindrops slide across the window-glass
Like sighs that fall from patient weariness;
And coldly smiling time
Peers with his clock-face, ticking in my brain
The pulse of a monotonous remorse.
Revealing its emptiness,
The cold winds batter at my heart
And make its lonely tenant shake wi0th fear—
The raindrops slide across the window-glass
Like sighs that fall from patient weariness;
And coldly smiling time
Peers with his clock-face, ticking in my brain
The pulse of a monotonous remorse.
1918