Seeing the snowman standing all alone <br />In dusk and cold is more than he can bear. <br />The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare <br />A night of gnashings and enormous moan. <br />His tearful sight can hardly reach to where <br />The pale-faced figure with bitumen eyes <br />Returns him such a God-forsaken stare <br />As outcast Adam gave to paradise. <br /> <br />The man of snow is, nonetheless, content, <br />Having no wish to go inside and die. <br />Still, he is moved to see the youngster cry. <br />Though frozen water is his element, <br />He melts enough to drop from one soft eye <br />A trickle of the purest rain, a tear <br />For the child at the bright pane surrounded by <br />Such warmth, such light, such love, and so much fear.<br /><br />Richard Wilbur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boy-at-the-window/
