- I loved thee in the Spring time,
- The fresh and bonnie Spring,
- When birds were whistling in the wood
- Or flitting on the wing;
- My wild affections sprang to life
- Like wild fountains in those hours;
- My heart expanded with the buds
- And opened with the flowers.
- The Spring hath kindred feelings
- With those just knowing love;
- We see it in the tendril's clasp,
- And learn it from the dove;
- And when all bright and beauteous things
- Their precepts taught to me,
- I gave away a woman's heart,
- A woman's trust to thee.
- The chilling winds are stealing
- A melancholy march,
- And snowy coronets bedeck
- The linden and the larch;
- With Spring's gay songsters and its flowers
- I saw my hopes depart,
- And the Winter time of nature
- Is the Winter of my Heart.
History and Legacy of Wild Birds Including Historic Ornithology and Other Topics of Interest
06 November 2013
The Winter of the Heart - An 1853 Poem
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