` <br /> <br /> <br />the cold wind is <br /> <br /> damp on my face <br /> <br />i shiver but <br /> <br /> delight in its touch <br /> <br />it blows the hair <br /> <br /> off from my brow <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />dark'ning clouds <br /> <br /> ramble on above <br /> <br />i cannot see <br /> <br /> where i am going <br /> <br />i see only <br /> <br /> the coming gall <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the prickly rain <br /> <br /> that pierced my skin <br /> <br />were cold-edged pins <br /> <br /> puncturing my nerves <br /> <br />with a rude onslaught <br /> <br /> that drove me home <br /> <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0-moment/
