And that will warm him, rather than the blaze:
The sullen, smoky blaze, that cannot last
One moment after his attempt is past;
And I so warmly and so purely laid,
To sink to rest - indeed, I am afraid.”
“Know you his conduct?” - “Yes, indeed I know,
And how he wanders in the wind and snow;
Safe in our rooms the threat’ning storm we hear,
But he feels strongly what we faintly fear.”
“Wilful was rich, and he the storm defied;