For Warmth Alone by Edna St. Vincent Millay

For Warmth Alone, for Shelter Only

For warmth alone, for shelter only From the cold anger of the eyeless wind, / That knows my whereabouts, and mainly

To be at your door when I go down

Is abroad at all tonight in town, / I left my phrase in air, and sinned, / Laying my head against your arm

A moment, and as suddenly

Withdrawing it, and sitting there, / Warmed a little but far from warm, / And the wind still waiting at the foot of the stair, / And much harm done, and the phrase in air.