Littell's Living Age/Volume 133/Issue 1716/"Es liegt der heiße Sommer"

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Warm summer dwells upon thy cheeks
And in thy dancing eyes;
But in thy little heart, fair child,
Cold, frosty winter lies.

Yet these, I think, as years grow on,
Will play a different part;
Then, winter on thy cheeks shall be,
And summer in thy heart.