English poem
The Fireside
by Marie Van Vorst (1867–1936)
Bitter cold the winter street, Cold and grey the sky: Bitter cold the veil of sleet The winds drive by.
Warm and bright the fireside, Red the flames with cheer; What can winter’s woe betide Us, Dear?
On my hand I feel your palm As a bird lie warm: Oh the fireside is calm! It hears no storm.
Bleak the winter street and cold; Red the flames with cheer; Love and firelight enfold Us, Dear.