DECEMBER'S SNOWThe bloom is on the May once more,The chestnut buds have burst anew;But, darling, all our springs are o'er,'Tis winter still for me and you.We plucked Life's blossoms long agoWhat's left is but December's snow.But winter has its joys as fair,The gentler joys, aloof, apart;The snow may lie upon our hairBut never, darling, in our heart.Sweet were the springs of long agoBut sweeter still December's snow.Yes, long ago, and yet to meIt seems a thing of yesterday;The shade beneath the willow tree,The word you looked but feared to say.Ah! when I learned to love you soWhat recked we of December's snow?But swift the ruthless seasons spedAnd swifter still they speed away.What though they bow the dainty headAnd fleck the raven hair with gray?The boy and girl of long agoAre laughing through the veil of snow.
The bloom is on the May once more,The chestnut buds have burst anew;But, darling, all our springs are o'er,'Tis winter still for me and you.We plucked Life's blossoms long agoWhat's left is but December's snow.But winter has its joys as fair,The gentler joys, aloof, apart;The snow may lie upon our hairBut never, darling, in our heart.Sweet were the springs of long agoBut sweeter still December's snow.Yes, long ago, and yet to meIt seems a thing of yesterday;The shade beneath the willow tree,The word you looked but feared to say.Ah! when I learned to love you soWhat recked we of December's snow?But swift the ruthless seasons spedAnd swifter still they speed away.What though they bow the dainty headAnd fleck the raven hair with gray?The boy and girl of long agoAre laughing through the veil of snow.