The first time...
And therefore when I see you, though it be winter's day,
with snowdrifts lying glittering and cold,
I still hear larks' quick trilling, the summer winds that stray
and spring's keen urge to even so unfold.
I still sense that from downy beds green plants would be advancing
with cornflower and with cloverleaf all lovers' joy enhancing,
that rays of summer sunshine upon your features play,
which softly blush in radiance entrancing.