Classic Poem

Why so cold while the South winds are blowing—
Sweet Love of mine, why so cold?

‘I dread the North wolves sure to follow
The track of the Autumn gold.’

Why do you shiver—our hearth is blazing,
Sweet Love warm hid on my breast?

‘For sake of a snowflake footfall crossing
The grave of my heart's unrest.’

Your lips are frozen though mine are burning—
Why, Sweet Love of all delights?

‘For envy of Lovers sleeping close
Through the long white Winter nights.’