Sweetheart Winter
Vachel Lindsay
We had done naught of service To win our Maker’s praise. Yet Sweetheart Winter came to us To gild our waning days. Down Jacob’s winding ladder She came from Sunshine Town, Bearing the sparkling mornings And clouds of silver-brown; Bearing the seeds of Springtime. Upon her snowy seas Bearing the fairy star-flowers For baby Christmas trees.
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