'Tis pity, ev'ry maiden knows,
Just as she cools, Love warmer grows;
But, if the chill be too severe,
Trust me, he'll wither in a tear.
Thus will the spring-flow'r bud and blow,
Wrapp'd round in many a fold of snow;
But, if an ice-wind pierce the sky,
'Twill drop upon its bed, and die!
Love And The Spring-flower
John Carr (sir)
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Poem topics: sky, snow, spring, trust, wind, severe, tear, ice, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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