O WHITE wind, numbing the world <br />to a mask of suffering hate! <br />and thy goblin pipes have skirl’d <br />all night, at my broken gate. <br /> <br />O heart, be hidden and kept <br />in a half-light colour’d and warm, <br />and call on thy dreams that have slept <br />to charm thee from hate and harm. <br /> <br />They are gone, for I might not keep; <br />my sense is beaten and dinn’d; <br />there is no peace but a grey sleep <br />in the pause of the wind.<br /><br />Christopher John Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-white-wind-numbing-the-world/
