In winter’s eve, when day doth yield to night,Through leafless groves, my pensive path I tread.The air, it whispers with a hushed delight,As twilight’s mantle cloaks the world in dread. The boughs, stripped bare, ‘gainst heavens’ dusky veil,Stand sentinel in silence, stark and true.Through this dim wood, my lonesome way I sail,Where day’s last light Continue reading