 | Poems (1857) |  |
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IT WAS THE EARLY WINTER.
I
It was the early winter,The snow was on the ground,
When first my beauteous maiden,
My flower of love I found:
She passed me with a timid step,
A soft and downcast eye;
My feelings mounted to my cheek,
When first my love passed by.
II
I saw her gain the cottage,And yet I lingered near;
Around me breathed a magic—
Life never seemed so dear!
My spirit in a golden ring
Of beauty had been bound:
It was the early winter,
The snow was on the ground.
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III
I saw her on the Sabbath,I ventured near her side;
Oh, how I prayed to Providence
That she might be my bride!
And soon my fondest hopes were blest,
Whilst bells did sweetly sound:
It was the early winter,
The snow was on the ground.
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