From Life's Cold Tenderness
From life’s cold tenderness
I shall be refreshed
From the shut-out hence of a heart at rest
That live to contentment
Love is mine
Close, close in arms
A song to any stranger that may come.
In me the battle for love is won
The unfading eye of April’s face
Is stranded by an uncertain grace
The spirit that dies for want of love
Is bold in the love that rise above
Safe on the lofty design of heaven
As it drunk on wine it whisper never
The drunkenness of once done as wind with its motion never stayed
to blow too much never afraid.
Out the breath of a joy of lust
It stays its rough wild among
The playing of celestial fires that trust
Like keys of some great belonging wired if it would
To the north wind chilled wintry familiar could.
I hear the wind and I listen dear
It’s a warm wind in the chamber of my ear
Where the spirit of the wind dead as a stone
Motionless on the frozen ground
poem by David E. Patton
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