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Alfred Austin - My Winter Rose
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Why did you come when the trees were bare?
 Why did you come with the wintry air?
 When the faint note dies in the robin`s throat,
 And the gables drip and the white flakes float?

 What a strange, strange season to choose to come,
 When the heavens are blind and the earth is dumb:
 When nought is left living to dirge the dead,
 And even the snowdrop keeps its bed!

 Could you not come when woods are green?
 Could you not come when lambs are seen?
 When the primrose laughs from its childlike sleep,
 And the violets hide and the bluebells peep?

 When the air as your breath is sweet, and skies
 Have all but the soul of your limpid eyes,
 And the year, growing confident day by day,
 Weans lusty June from the breast of May?

 Yet had you come then, the lark had lent
 In vain his music, the thorn its scent,
 In vain the woodbine budded, in vain
 The rippling smile of the April rain.

 Your voice would have silenced merle and thrush,
 And the rose outbloomed would have blushed to blush,
 And Summer, seeing you, paused, and known
 That the glow of your beauty outshone its own.

 So, timely you came, and well you chose,
 You came when most needed, my winter rose.
 From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press
 Your leaves `twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.
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