Winter's Chill

The world lies sleeping, cold and white,
Beneath a blanket soft and deep,
The stars do gleam with frosty light,
While nature's silent vigil keep.
The wind doth howl, a mournful sound,
Through naked trees and barren land,
Yet life awaits, in slumber bound,
The warmth of Spring's approaching hand.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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