Charles G. D. Roberts

Here you will find the Poem The Frosted Pane of poet Charles G. D. Roberts

The Frosted Pane

One night came Winter noiselessly, and leaned 
 Against my window-pane. 
 In the deep stillness of his heart convened 
 The ghosts of all his slain. 
 Leaves, and ephemera, and stars of earth, 
 And fugitives of grass, -- 
 White spirits loosed from bonds of mortal birth, 
 He drew them on the glass.