Poetic Divination

“The Frosted Pane” by Sir Charles GD Roberts

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.