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Christina Georgina Rossetti - Winter: My SecretChristina Georgina Rossetti - Winter: My Secret
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I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows and snows, And you`re too curious: fie! You want to hear it? well: Only, my secret`s mine, and I won`t tell. Or, after all, perhaps there`s none: Suppose there is no secret after all, But only just my fun. Today`s a nipping day, a biting day; In which one wants a shawl, A veil, a cloak, and other wraps: I cannot ope to everyone who taps, And let the draughts come whistling thro` my hall; Come bounding and surrounding me, Come buffeting, astounding me, Nipping and clipping thro` my wraps and all. I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows His nose to Russian snows To be pecked at by every wind that blows? You would not peck? I thank you for good will, Believe, but leave the truth untested still. Spring`s an expansive time: yet I don`t trust March with its peck of dust, Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers, Nor even May, whose flowers One frost may wither thro` the sunless hours. Perhaps some languid summer day, WHen drowsy birds sing less and less, And golden fruit is ripening to excess, If there`s not too much sun nor too much cloud, And the warm wind is neither still nor loud, Perhaps my secret I may say, Or you may guess.
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