“Frost at Midnight” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Posted in Uncategorized on Feb 9th, 2017
Frost at Midnight The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cry Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. ‘Tis calm indeed! so […]