Though he searched the south, the east, the west,
The north, too, for a warming breast,
Now in the too deep night he goes
As if he naked were to snows.
Yet snow, touching the flesh, can warm
As well as fire and do less harm.
-- Witter Brynner
Though he searched the south, the east, the west,
The north, too, for a warming breast,
Now in the too deep night he goes
As if he naked were to snows.
Yet snow, touching the flesh, can warm
As well as fire and do less harm.
-- Witter Brynner