’TIS WINTER NOW
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When spring again revisits earth, And in the dark there comes a stirreth Of seedlings bursting with the birth Of summer’s future flowers, Then will I sing you songs of love And apple blossoms branched above Shall know the dear devotion of My poor poetic powers. But wait till then—’tis winter now. My thoughts in solitude are claimed. Yet every wind shall hear my vow Repeated through the hours, It’s you alone I love, And unashamed.