When the nights turn cold
And the snow caps the mountain tops
Hail thunders down; the wild wind blows
I long for you, my love
When the swift shrieks, flying fast
And daffodils burst their golden trumpets wide
Pale primroses and bright blurbells bloom
I long for you, my love
When the sun rides high
And the deep blue sky is cloudless
Roses scent the air, morning, night and noon
I long for you, my love
When the flamming sun turns the sky blood red
And the evening is filled with the scent of fruit
Bees hum lazily, heavy with pollen
I long for you, my love
All the year, in freeze or warmth
Bare trees or flowers, full of perfume
In spring's gentleness or autumn's glory
I long so much, for you, my love
I have to say this is one of my favorite poems! I love it! The line about the evening filled with the scent of fruit and bees hum lazily with heavy pollen just created such incredible and vivid imagery in my mind. More please
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I had to come back and read this again. It has a vibrancy to it that holds me spellbound