Excerpt from The Creighton Chronicle, Vol. 12: November 20, 1920 How Chill How chill the cold wind sighs That rattles every pane. That rattles every pane; My soul on light relies How bleak the leaden skies To sing its glad refrain; Are - dark with unshed rain. But darkness occupies The sun is hid again, My heart in proud disdain, And joy within me dies; And chill the cold wind sighs For chill the cold wind sighs That rattles every pane. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.