cast a cold eye on life on death horseman pass by! - w b yeats sun s reign is short in this bitter season of winter its glow is often paled b l a d e dimmer no doubt then the summers of the past days move fast come and gone with barely time for me to enjoy perhaps i should find delight in this evening or maybe grasp at the failing light yes that s what i m going to do bask in the filtered warmth of the velvet sun with myself to thank for being alone