Chapter 43
A Winter Night by Sarah T. Stale, read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio. My windowpane is starred with frost. The world is bitter cold tonight. The moon is cruel, and the wind is like a two-edged sword to smite. God pity all the homeless ones, the beggars pacing to and fro. god pity all the poor to-night who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow 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 and a poem this recording is in the public domain
