Winter Sorrows

I fear the Winter’s endless;

The laurel froze, and fires

Turn to ice; laden with frost,

My eyes are weary, close.

I dream of you, cast in ice,

With halo of flowers about

Your brow; why must you

Leave? the Summer cries.

Oh, and I, scarcely my own,

Shatter the icicles about my

Head; in the crystalline rain,

I cry; my tears pearl the sky.

But what of joy, of love now

I’ve got to give; the heart’s

Barren, the mouth dry, kiss-less,

And the world too sad a place

For my song. Is the cherub at

God’s side; do angel’s, too,

Have their beloved before their

Eyes, as they, trumpeters, call

The end, the storm of frost-fire?

Oh, wash o’er me, blazing snow,

And snuff out the fires of heart.

I, winter-bound, stilled in death,

Am forever at your side, my love.