Let the man freeze an ear or two, I say. And save his life. . All right, come in, Meserve. "Fine, fine." "And ready for some more? My wife here Says it won't do. You've got to give it up.” "Won't you, to please me? Please! If I say please? Meserve seemed to heed nothing but the lamp Things must expect to come in front of us Where would we be at last if that were so? The thousandth time may prove the charm. That leaf! It can't turn either way. It needs the wind's help. But the wind didn't move it if it moved; It moved itself. The wind's at naught in here. It couldn't stir so sensitively poised A thing as that. It couldn't reach the lamp May be the thing you haven't, yet you give it. So false, that what we always say is true. I'll have to turn the leaf if no one else will. It won't lie down. Then let it stand. Who cares?" Snow "I shouldn't want to hurry you, Meserve, And show you how it's piling up against you. Since last we read the gage." "It looks as if Some pallid thing had squashed its features flat, And its eyes shut with overeagerness To see what people found so interesting In one another, and had gone to sleep "Brother Meserve, take care, you'll scare yourself "Let him talk, Helen, and perhaps he'll stay." "Before you drop the curtain-I'm reminded: And found me banking up the house with snow. The snow against the window caught his eye. And quiver like the frayed edge of the drift "Come, Meserve, "I'll own it's cold for such a fall of snow. This house is frozen brittle, all except Snow This room you sit in. If you think the wind "Lucky for you you did. Lucky for you "Our snow-storms as a rule In nests. Shall I be counted less than they are? |