Love In Winter

Sweetheart, the days are growing short,

     King winter fast is nearing;

But then, dear one, the nights are long,

With glowing fires and game and song,

     We’ll welcome his appearing.

Sweetheart, our lives are growing short,

     Our years of bliss are fewer;

But, dear, eternity is long,

And tho’ our love is true and strong,

     It must grow stronger, truer.

Oct. 6, ‘98

Pub. in B. Globe,

Oct. 8, ‘98