Across the view the long wall stretches

Dark, but topped with lonely snow

Stark branches grasp a sky that’s low

In hope or joy and only fetches

To the scene notes melancholic

A sombre vista, not a frolic!

Yet like the evergreens that strive

While winter weighs on everything

To half remind one of the spring

I choose to see hope’s well alive

And shines for me in two fine eyes

That can eclipse the summer skies

Who would complain of Sturm und Drang

If they had seen those dark curls hang

Near eyes that give one’s heart a pang? 

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