by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
A winter night See base text
Language: English
My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
...
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.
Composition:
- Set to music by Zane Randall Stroope (b. 1953), "A winter night", published 2005, stanzas 1,3 [ voice, flute, and piano ], from Love's waning seasons, no. 3, Colla Voce
Text Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "A winter night"
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2009-05-31
Line count: 12
Word count: 78