A Winter Night

My window-pane is starred with frost,The world is bitter cold to-night,The moon is cruel, and the windIs like a two-edged sword to smite.

God pity all the homeless ones,The beggars pacing to and fro,God pity all the poor to-nightWho walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.

My room is like a bit of June,Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,But somewhere, like a homeless child,My heart is crying in the cold.