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I Heard A Voice Upon The Window Beat Post by :Aura_Yoga Category :Poems Author :John Freeman Date :September 2011 Read :2839

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I Heard A Voice Upon The Window Beat

I heard a voice upon the window beat
And then grow dim, grow still.
Opening I saw the snowy sill
Marked with the robin's feet.
Chill was the air and chill
The thoughts that in my bosom beat.

I thought of all that wide and hopeless snow
Crusting the frozen lands.
Of small birds that in famished bands
A-chill and silent grow.
And how Earth's myriad hands
Clutched only hills of frosted snow.

And then I thought of Love that beat and cried
Famishing at my breast;
How I, by chilling care distrest,
Denied him, and Love died....
O, with what sore unrest
Love's ghost woke with the bird that cried!


(The end)
John Freeman's poem: I Heard A Voice Upon The Window Beat

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