A New England Valentine, Poem By Ella W. Ricker
A New England Valentine
In this bleak and barren season, With its chill and voiceless air, Whence the glow and charm have vanished That once made the earth so fair, Who will tell my love the story, Who the tender message bear? Fleecy snowflakes, wreathing softly Round her window in the night, Let my voice breathe through your stillness, As she comes to greet the light; Say "My love is pure and stainless As these airy shapes of white." Trees, whose brown and leafless branches Wave above her sunny head, Let these words of truth eternal By your swelling buds be said "Love is changeless and immortal, Living still, though seeming dead." Stars, that flash with fadeless luster In Night's diadem of gold, Symbols of a quenchless passion, To her gaze my heart unfold Till ye pass from sight forever, Never shall my love grow cold.
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