I'm sitting by the fire tonight,
The cat purrs on the rug;
The room's abrim with rosy light,
Suavely soft and snug;
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Fantastic poem... So wails the wind, yet here I sit Beside the ember's glow; My grog is hot, my pipe is lit, And loth am I to go To her who died a ten-month bride, Only a year ago.
sometimes we do not welcome the healing that time gives