OVER the rim of a lacquered bowl, <br />Where a cold blue water-color stands <br />I see the wintry breakers roll <br />And heave their froth up the freezing sands. <br />Here in immunity safe and dull, <br />Soul treads her circuit of trivial things. <br />There soul's brother, a shining gull, <br />Dares the rough weather on dauntless wings.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-piece-2/
