Explore "A Winter Night" by Sara Teasdale on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
My window-pane is starred with frost, / The world is bitter cold to-night, / The moon is cruel and the wind / Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
God pity all the homeless ones, / The beggars 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.