The KISS Grammar Workbooks
THE FROSTED PANE
One night came Winter noiselessly and leaned
Against my window-pane.
In the deep stillness of his heart convened
The ghosts of all his slain.
Leaves, and ephemera, and stars of earth,
And fugitives of grass, -
White spirits loosed from bonds of mortal birth,
He drew them on the glass.
Charles G. D. Roberts [1860- )