- A nice cozy poem from a textile designer
- Where I found the original
- “THE wind’s on the wold
- And the night is a-cold,
- And Thames runs chill
- ‘Twixt mead and hill.
- But kind and dear
- Is the old house here
- And my heart is warm
- Midst winter’s harm.
- Rest then and rest,
- And think of the best
- ‘Twixt summer and spring,
- When all birds sing
- In the town of the tree,
- And ye lie in me
- And scarce dare move,
- Lest the earth and its love
- Should fade away
- Ere the full of the day.
- I am old and have seen
- Many things that have been;
- Both grief and peace
- And wane and increase.
- No tale I tell
- Of ill or well,
- But this I say:
- Night treadeth on day,
- And for worst or best
- Right good is rest.”
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