Poems (Cary)/Safe

For works with similar titles, see Safe.
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SAFE.
Oh, stormy wind of winter-time, Moan wildly as you will;His rest you cannot trouble now, His heart you cannot chill.
Lean to the earth, oh, summer corn, Before the dim wet blast;His eyes have seen the golden calm Of harvests never past.
Deep in your bosom fold, oh earth, Your shining flowers away;His steps are in the lily fields Of never ending May.
Draw your red shadows from the wall, Oh beauteous ember-glow;Drift cold about his silent house, Oh white December snow;
Across the sparkle of the dew Dry dust in whirlwinds pour;Hide, new moon, in the cloudy skies— He needs your light no more!
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