The Talking Windowglass

I caught myself staring blankly out the window, “What a dour,” the glass hissingly sneered, Unawed, unthinking, I shrugged off its crack, Alas! Once more it hummed:”why’re your eyes sad?”   “Quit worrying,” murmured I, while shivering in the cold. “It’s no use”,I urged it to let me sulk. Lament nor yield to gloom: none […]