To My Wife (Collins)

To My Wife
by Mortimer Collins

From McClure's Magazine/Volume 2, December 1893, p. 112

Fast falls the snow, O lady mine!

Sprinkling the lawn with crystals fine;

But, by the gods, we won't repine,

While we're together!

We'll chat and rhyme, and kiss and dine,

Defying weather.

So stir the fire and pour the wine,

And let those sea-green eyes divine

Pour their love-madness into mine;

I don't care whether

'Tis snow or sun, or rain or shine,

If we're together.