The voice I hear is clearly thine
It whispers all of thee
I hear in it the laugh, the lilt
The love so deep in me.
I fear to call for might it cease
Since only Seasons know the peace
Which I shall seek
Till Time repairs
And yet while Winter has her way
I know my solace is to pray
That while we find ourselves apart
The days till Spring will fairly flee
From Winters muffled sounds I plea
And of you ask with answering heart
My love, my love,
Forget not me.
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