Winter in Summer.
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O who can smile in summer,
When winter rules their heart?—
When pleading lips grow dumb, or
Clasped hands fall apart?
White cheeks more chill than snowing,
Dull eyes so full of rain,
Pale lips that part for sighing.
Where is your summer's gain?
Or who'd weep in December,
Whose heart with summer glows?
O who would e'er remember
Bare branches, or the rose?
Smooth cheeks flush pink as blossoms.
Red lips and laughter rhyme;
O would June were December,
I wot 'twas summer time.
