The Unnamed Lake and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

BURIED LOVE


 

LOVE hath built himself a house
    Underneath the snow,
Where, amid the winter’s storm,
He can keep his body warm,
    When the winds do blow.
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It is lined with leaves that fell
    Half a year ago,
And around it linger yet
Odours of spring violet,
    Underneath the snow.
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If you come and try to peep
    Into what’s below,
Laughing loud, as if in fun,
Love jumps up and makes you run,
    Pelting you with snow.
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What does Love do night and day ?
    Would you like to know ?
In the dark he sits and weeps
For a little maid that sleeps—
    Sleeps beneath the snow.
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And when spring shall come again
    And the warm winds blow,
Tears have made his sight so dim
That the world will seem to him
    Buried still in snow.
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