Poem by Mortimer Collins

To My Wife

Fast falls the snow, O lady mine!
Sprinkling the lawn with crystals fine;
But, by the gods, we won't repine,
     While we're together!
We'll chat and rhyme, and kiss and dine,
     Defying weather.

So stir the fire and pour the wine,
And let those sea-green eyes divine
Pour their love-madness into mine;
     I don't care whether
'Tis snow or sun, or rain or shine,
     If we're together.

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Benjamin Brierley To My Wife ("NOW all that glitters is not gold") HALL STREET, MOSTON, April 29th, 1893

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