A Walk in the Cold of Night.

I should be glad of loneliness

And hours that go on broken wings,

A thirsty body, a tired heart

And the unchanging ache of things,

If I could make a single song

As lovely and as full of light,

As hushed and brief as a falling star

On a winter night.

 

--Sara Teasdale

 

SNOW FALL, Hrodas Fen (68, 74, 21)

Done