As if a stone's touch gave a cue
To a clearer love of you.
To a clearer love of you.
However absently the eyes
Thinking their inner thoughts may stare
They match within, the sharpened size
Of hillshapes in the cutting air.
Thinking their inner thoughts may stare
They match within, the sharpened size
Of hillshapes in the cutting air.
And so, by seeing uncovered ground
And outlines gaunter all the time
I see love also winter-bound
And think more simply into rhyme.
And outlines gaunter all the time
I see love also winter-bound
And think more simply into rhyme.
And since love gets its tempered sense
From the large fact of altering earth,
I love the winter, stubborn, dense,
And love the storm my love is worth.
From the large fact of altering earth,
I love the winter, stubborn, dense,
And love the storm my love is worth.
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