A branch with an icicle, against a twilight background and setting sun. Photo: By Iggii via Unsplash.
Poem: An epistle
'Is Friends fled, or Love grown cold?'
by Mary Mollineux (1651–1696)
14th February 2025
Is Friends fled, or Love grown cold?
Do frozen Walls of Ice with-hold
Its Pearly Streams? O let the Sun,
That gave it being, shine upon
The brittle Fence! Or is some Skreen
Injuriously set up between
