Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1635/Change of Seasons

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All seasons we may come to seek
     Where thou, my dear one, art, —
Warm summer on the little cheek.
     Cold winter in the heart.

But all things change; and so, my love.
     These seasons shall depart:
The winter to thy cheek shall move,
     The summer, to thy heart!