Daily quote by Warsaw

• ’Twas a night to make the bravest
  Shrink from the tempest’s breath,
  For the winter snows were bitter,
  And the winds were cruel as death.
  All day on the roofs of Warsaw
  Had the white storm sifted down
  Till it almost hid the humble huts
  Of the poor outside the town.
  • Phœbe Cary, "The King’s Jewel", sts. 1–2 in Last Poems (1873)