London lyrics by Frederick Locker Lampson: With introduction and notes by Austin Dobson |
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A WINTER FANTASY |
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A WINTER FANTASY
Your veil is thick, and none would know
The pretty face it quite obscures;
But if you foot it through the snow,
Distrust those little boots of yours.
The pretty face it quite obscures;
But if you foot it through the snow,
Distrust those little boots of yours.
The tell-tale snow, a sparkling mould,
Says where they go and whence they came,
Lightly they touch its carpet cold,
And where they touch they sign your name.
Says where they go and whence they came,
Lightly they touch its carpet cold,
And where they touch they sign your name.
She pass'd beneath yon branches bare:
How fair her face, and how content!
I only know her face was fair,—
I only know she came and went.
How fair her face, and how content!
I only know her face was fair,—
I only know she came and went.
Pipe, robins, pipe; though boughs be bleak
Ye are her winter choristers;
Whose cheek will press that rose-cold cheek?
What lips those fresh young lips of hers?
Ye are her winter choristers;
Whose cheek will press that rose-cold cheek?
What lips those fresh young lips of hers?
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