519, 'Twas warm at first like Us - Version 2

Written Text

‘Twas warm—at first—like Us—

Until there crept upon

A Chill—like frost upon a Glass—

Till all the scene—be gone.

The Forehead copied Stone—

The Fingers grew too cold

To ache—and like a Skater’s Brook—

The busy eyes—congealed—

It straightened—that was all—

It crowded Cold to Cold—

It multiplied indifference—

As Pride were all it could—