THE FROSTED PANE - James Whitcomb Riley Poems


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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.