Winter To Spring And Spring To Winter Poem by Andrew Michaels

Oh! How long shall I wait for thee
How long this cold winter night
How deep the snow upon the ground
This blanket covers soft and white
This wind blows cold a hoary sound

Oh! How long shall I wait for thee
How shadowed the sky, gray and bare
How shallow a sun once true and bright
Tis frozen breath that wrest the frosty air
Under the fleece of the pale moon light

Oh! How long shall I wait for thee
How beautiful shall be my bride
How orchids bloom when she's near
Her gown is clothed with spring's tide
The scent she brings, so sweet and rare
Oh! How I long for glimpse of thee

How generous is loving promise made
How green the grass upon her glade
How delightful the flowers of her hair
How deep the oath on which we share
How hope it shines a new born sun
How love shall as nature once begun
As if all the seasons fell, overrun

Oh! How I long, long for one touch from thee
Oh! Here comes my love, my bride to be
Her song brings the softest kindest breeze
And as I lay my head weary to sleep
My spring-bride speaks to comfort me
And as her bless'd eyes begin to weep
I hear her heart'd, tender'd speech
Their boding still disquiet me

'So forlorn and sorrow'd, my sleepy love
Know I how long you must awaited me
I keep no spring-tide treasure from thee
So sleep soft, sleep soft my truest love
Unto my arms, unto thou spring bride's care
Yet ever be reminded love, tis your gifts I bare'