Classic Poem

When on a cold day with deep snow,
I seek my love, climbing
toward the very heavens:
I take off my shoes to
clutch in my hand,
my socks to hold in my arms, then
helter-skelter,
scurrying, hurrying,
without a moment's rest,
I struggle up panting, and
Yet, though my unshod feet
do not smart with cold,
my heart, under my
tightened collar, chills me.