Sunday, August 4, 2013

frost.




Frost

A night to think of what you've lost
A day to be forgotten
A morning shining through the frost
A silver tear, begotten.
To see a star, recall its name
I pray—remember me
Through winter's fall and winter's gain
I'll keep your memory.
The fire cannot burn you out
The cold shan't see you stilled
If you should ever think to doubt—
My love, I will not yield.