Here, in the cruel clutch of winter’s grip,
I warm myself with embers drawn from you;
The eye, the cheek, the brow, the ruby lip—
Could melt the coldest heart with but a view.
And as I gaze upon his frozen might,
I see proud summer branches bowed with snow;
Your countenance redeems this barren sight
And softly whispers that his reign must go.
Yet you are still so far away from me,
As distant as forgotten dreams of spring;
And through the frigid forest I can see
Alluring shadows that such reveries bring.
These precious thoughts of you shall swathe my heart,
‘Til you return—and ice and snow depart.

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