Someone must love the winter sun!
Its weary eyes have watched the world
wake, and turn away its days
with unmet sighs and cold delays;
sweet pity, touch my frozen lips --
I'd gift the sun a winter's kiss.
And frosted moons that porcelain, shine --
how far you travel, in such brief time!
I've watched you walk the skyline's mile
to pause, unheeded, and rest a while
beneath those noble, flickering stars
that keep the night -- our fragile hours!
And could I choose, I'd sit between
the winter moon and sun serene;
I'd listen to those icebound nights
with gentle words, and silver sighs;
and silent, keep those hours, long --
to winter, so my heart belongs!
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