Sidney Lanier

“ And wronged by death pays life with wrong
And I wake by night and dream by day.
And the Morning seems but fatigued Night
That hath wept his visage pale,
And the healthy mark ’twixt dark and light
In sickly sameness out doth fail.
And the woods stare strange, and the wind is dumb,
—O Wind, pray talk again—
And the Hand of the Frost spreads stark and numb
As Death’s on the deadened window-pane. ”