George MacDonald

(10 December 1824 – 18 September 1905 / Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland)

Song - Poem by George MacDonald

I was very cold
In the summer weather;
The sun shone all his gold,
But I was very cold-
Alas, we were grown old,
Love and I together!
Oh, but I was cold
In the summer weather!

Sudden I grew warmer
Though the brooks were frozen:
'Truly, scorn did harm her!'
I said, and I grew warmer;
'Better men the charmer
Knows at least a dozen!'
I said, and I grew warmer
Though the brooks were frozen.

Spring sits on her nest,
Daisies and white clover;
And my heart at rest
Lies in the spring's young nest:
My love she loves me best,
And the frost is over!
Spring sits on her nest,
Daisies and white clover!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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