O WHITE wind, numbing the world
to a mask of suffering hate!
and thy goblin pipes have skirl-d
all night, at my broken gate.
O heart, be hidden and kept
in a half-light colour-d and warm,
and call on thy dreams that have slept
to charm thee from hate and harm.
They are gone, for I might not keep;
my sense is beaten and dinn-d;
there is no peace but a grey sleep
in the pause of the wind.
O White Wind, Numbing The World
Christopher John Brennan
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Poem topics: heart, light, night, peace, sleep, world, hidden, white, sense, broken, warm, charm, colour, hate, wind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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