Czecho-Slovak Student Life/Volume 18/Number 2/Winter―Piece
WINTER—PIECE.
By Charles J. Heitzman.
Ashen and old is the wrinkled earth,
Old and gray the sky;
The last pale flame of the fire shoots up . . . . .
The wine is bitter in the cup,
The roses, shriveled, — dry, —
Bitter and strained is our mirth . . . .
Old and gray the sky;
The last pale flame of the fire shoots up . . . . .
The wine is bitter in the cup,
The roses, shriveled, — dry, —
Bitter and strained is our mirth . . . .
Blackened and ash-strewn, the hearth gapes cold,
Shadows haunt the hall.
The wind alternately mutters and sighs.
The candle-flame flickers — dies . . . .
You vowed it, I recall,
“Never shall our love grow old!”
Shadows haunt the hall.
The wind alternately mutters and sighs.
The candle-flame flickers — dies . . . .
You vowed it, I recall,
“Never shall our love grow old!”
This work was published in 1927 and is anonymous or pseudonymous due to unknown authorship. It is in the public domain in the United States as well as countries and areas where the copyright terms of anonymous or pseudonymous works are 97 years or less since publication.
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