For Miss B.

Now hearken to my voice

 

Winter is upon us

And the frost of distance creeps into my heart

 

Whence have you gone?

Whence shall my eye’s rest upon you?

 

Do not stay your heart from mine

for Winter is upon us

The buds of Spring lie dormant

 

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

 

The sun is cooled

And the earth lies in rest

 

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

 

It longs earnestly

Summoning its strength

 

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

 

When shall mine eyes rest upon you

And Spring fill my heart?

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