Cold cold friend, Frost -
Night comes, and I
am dispossessed.
Most
cold, cold
Is this night;
And my youth old,
My spirit lost.
I cannot rest.
I walk alone.
Frost, burn upon
My every bone.
A Winter Word
Cold cold friend, Frost -
Night comes, and I
am dispossessed.
Most
cold, cold
Is this night;
And my youth old,
My spirit lost.
I cannot rest.
I walk alone.
Frost, burn upon
My every bone.
