Impartial to the frigid air, We pallid cherry blossoms bear A dreary warmth on dismal days And Romeo on passing by Will pause to comb his matted frays Of toil under lidded sky And smile as our sleeping sways Become his absent lover’s hair.
And Juliet with windswept eyes, While taking linens in to dry Will hesitate to swallow deep The tonic of restoring will That raining wraiths for hours steep With spices of a lonesome chill, But we who taint the brew shall keep Her pines of He in vast supply.
But Year by Time is seasoned strong And autumn mutes the swallow’s song And winter chokes the poignant flow Of beauty from our cotton breast And when the dawn forgets to glow— In cambium we sleep repressed— Depart the fickle Romeo Who fails to tote his heart along.