Mortimer Collins
1827-1876.
To F. C.
20th February 1875
F
ast falls the snow, O lady mine,
Sprinkling the lawn with crystals fine,
But by the gods we won’t repine
While we ’re together,
We ’ll chat and rhyme and kiss and dine,
Defying weather.
So stir the fire and pour the wine,
And let those sea-green eyes divine
Pour their love-madness into mine:
I don’t care whether
’T is snow or sun or rain or shine
If we ’re together.