They Say The Snows Are Hard And Cold And Raw Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

They say the snows are hard and cold and raw
And cover the mountain sides like iron brace
And hard to melt even by rays of sun
And the pale languid smiles of the high moon
Too feeble is, too mild
The pillars of white snow to warm and thaw.
For snows they say are hard and cold and raw.

And you, and you - whom I counted warm
Your heart is harder than the hardest snow
And colder lies than even the coldest snow
Freezing and raw your very look will chill
The warmest wines in Bacchanalian feasts:
In summer nights of ivied Academe
Buried in some green vale of Thessaly

You speak not so to freeze the frozen snows
More than they are that no warmth can
The iron of your chill heart thaw:

For snows they say are hard and cold and raw.