"LOVE HAS NO WINTER HOURS"
TOO cold almost for hope of Spring,
Of first fruits from the realm of flowers,
Your dauntless Valentine, I bring
One sprig of love, and sing
" Love has no Winter hours."
If even in this world love is love
(This wintry world which felt the Fall),
What must it be in heaven above
Where love to great and small
Is all in all?
Christina G. Rossetti.
TOO cold almost for hope of Spring,
Of first fruits from the realm of flowers,
Your dauntless Valentine, I bring
One sprig of love, and sing
" Love has no Winter hours."
If even in this world love is love
(This wintry world which felt the Fall),
What must it be in heaven above
Where love to great and small
Is all in all?
Christina G. Rossetti.
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