Yet in solemn winter, beauty must end
And the singing of birds sure fades away
No longer in thick leaves to sit and lend
A joyous tune to the children who play.
So all the color from the world does fade
So swiftly the land becomes just one hue
Thus under the snow sweet flora is laid
The color and splendor taken from view.
Grasped so swiftly, and shaken to death
All that is lovely and warm on this earth
By the abject rue of cold winter’s breath
Still truly I say there still is much mirth:
For in my heart true, I sing soft and coo,
Thankful refrains of this joy that is you.
Dare not within darkness let our love bay
tend not in woe of our days that are done
fight wet hot tears and in bed do not stay
rise up glad knowing that we are still one.
Let this day dally long languish slow soar
sing old sun’s glory as it strays sure high
sing so content softly pen our sweet score
my love oh my love in absence won’t die!
Always true that swift rivers reach the sea
somber white moon quiet crosses the sky
Winter each year allows snow to fall free
to my cold death I shall always soft sigh
Blessed and true I am grateful each day
That such a love as you had come my way.
Should passion unspent never see the day
burn madly scorching yet not feel the sun
desires yearn within cold heart there stay
hence die a slow death as they have begun.
Would such need keep silent and so fade
long languish and drift slow as a cloud
this fervor untamed in loves bed unmade
burn hot and long thus cower never proud.
Deep love unseen not given never known
veiled so shrouded bereft eternal to die
give not your soul and so change to stone
grand beauty then to Heaven I would cry
Dear angels make haste to her curse fly thee
Remove this blight and send my love to me.