A Wintry Chill Held Me To Your Bosom
A wintry chill held me to your bosom
The night drew praises from my lips
My hungry prayers did feed a fiery blossom
And the blast withdrew its icy fingertips.
As fancies came unhinged from fear
And diminished dark in its magnitude
My heart bulged with its own good cheer
And spilled its cries of gratitude
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