A Christmas Card

The snowy waste all wild and wide.
The blizzard bellows on its way.
I see this card — the world's all May,
And you are sitting by my side.
This heart was ice an hour ago,
Now all the springs of feeling flow,
As 'mid the dance I see you glide,
While gay waltz music fills the air;
Or 'neath the moon — a happy pair —
We walk, nor care what may betide.
My heart swells glad with vanished bliss,
All, all before my fancy rise —
Your low sweet voice — your violet eyes —
Your lips, — your thrice perfervid kiss.
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