The winds have blown more bitter
Each darkening day of fall;
High over all the house-tops
The stars are far and small
I wonder, will my fir-tree
Be green in spite of all?
O grief is colder-colder
Than wind from any part;
And tears of grief are bitter tears,
And doubt's a sorer smart!
But I promised to my fir-tree
To keep the fragrant heart.
The Fir-tree
Josephine Preston Peabody
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Poem topics: green, heart, house, smart, wind, small, doubt, high, Valentine's Day, grief, tree, bitter, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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