Question

A Winter Night
My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite
God pity all the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor to night
Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.
My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somewhere, like a homeless child.
My heart is crying in the cold,
Sara Teasdale
A. Answer these questions.
1. What kind of person the poet is​

Answer 1

Answer:

she is kind hearted

and

much able to describe nature and poem in correct manner

Explanation:

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