In Winter Evenings
Dovid Hofshteyn
1912
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From the top of a spire’s tower
A ringing’s heard—once. Again.
In the chasms of night and land of snow
A little village sunken low.
Overnight, human isles of rest
Warmed by the straw.
Close with fence and stall,
Arm-in-arm in sleep, a cottage by a house.
The astral silence listens close.
To the breath of human life
Alone in a small house
A…
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