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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Winter Dusk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dark frost was in the air without, <br>The dusk was still with cold and gloom, <br>When less than even a shadow came <br>And stood within the room. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the three around the fire, <br>None turned a questioning head to look, <br>Still read a clear voice, on and on, <br>Still stooped they o'er their book. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The children watched their mother's eyes <br>Moving on softly line to line; <br>It seemed to listen too -- that shade, <br>Yet made no outward sign. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The fire-flames crooned a tiny song, <br>No cold wind moved the wintry tree; <br>The children both in Faerie dreamed <br>Beside their mother's knee. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And nearer yet that spirit drew <br>Above that heedless one, intent <br>Only on what the simple words <br>Of her small story meant. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No voiceless sorrow grieved her mind, <br>No memory her bosom stirred, <br>Nor dreamed she, as she read to two, <br>'Twas surely three who heard. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet when, the story done, she smiled <br>From face to face, serene and clear, <br>A love, half dead, sprang up, as she <br>Leaned close and drew them near.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Walter+de+la+Mare">Walter de la Mare</a></strong></div>

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