Wednesday, February 28, 2007


Home's not merely
four square walls,
Though with pictures
hung and gilded;
Home is where affection calls --
Filled with shrines the
Hearth had builded!

~Charles Swain

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Snow Storm

What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stops
To howl more loud, while the snow volley keeps
Incessant batter at the window-pane,
Making our comforts feel as sweet again;
And in the morning, when the tempest drops,
At every cottage door mountainous heaps
Of snow lie drifted, then all entrance stops
Until the broom and the shovel gain,
The path, and leave a wall on either side
~ John Clare