Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WINTER SONG, by ELIZABETH TOLLET


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WINTER SONG, by                    
First Line: Ask me no more, my truth to prove, / what I would suffer for my love
Last Line: To banish danger from thy sleep.


Ask me no more my truth to prove,
What I would suffer for my love;
With thee I would in exile go
To regions of eternal snow;
O'er floods by solid ice confin'd,
Through forest bare, with northern wind;
While all around my eyes I cast,
Where all is wild, and all is waste.
If there the timorous stag you chase,
Or rouse to fight a fiercer race,
Undaunted, I thy arms would bear,
And give thy hand the hunter's spear.
When the low sun withdraws his light,
And menaces an half-year's night,
The conscious moon and stars above
Shall guide me with my wandering love.
Beneath the mountain's hollow brow,
Or in its rocky cells below,
Thy rural feast I would provide,
Nor envy palaces their pride;
The softest moss should dress thy bed,
With savage spoils about thee spread;
Whilst faithful love the watch should keep,
To banish danger from thy sleep.





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