WHO has not breasted the chill flood of silence
That freezes the blood to red ice in your veins?
The silence broken by thunderous heart-beats
Or mysterious taps on the window-panes ;
The fire is stop’t in the midst of its flickering
And fingers grip tight on the arm of the chair ;
Is it fear or the bony clutch of cowardice
That you sweat and shiver – sitting there?
(Bernard Waters)
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