A silvery sky, a big, round, laughing moon,
Some bits of cloud that hint at snowing soon,
A pulseless wintry world begirt by night,
Cold, passionlessly white.

Nought else my window frames, no redder hue
Of life. Ah! dear and distant one, can you
Not feel the frozen world throb, melt, and beat,
Warmed by my heart's great heat?

The unrelenting leagues 'twixt you and me,
Transmit they nought of love's intensity?
Can hungry heart flames burn no pathway through
The frozen airs to you?

Where fairy-footed thought its way may steal,
Where love, defying distance still may feel
Soul bend to soul, as in the hours when we
First knew affinity.
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