One Afternoon In Winter.
Pertly at the most entrancing
Of our peerless maidens fair,
Waits to meet her, more than willing,__
Cold her mien, his ardor chilling,
Like a breath of wintry air.
Steps he forward, like a hero;
Flash her eyes,__his heart's at zero;
How the bitter cold doth bite!
Move his lips, but scarce a lisp, ere
Words are frozen to a whisper,__
How the blasting blizzard smites!
___David Hamilton Robinson