Winter My Secret

Lyrics
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I; Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows and snows And you're too curious: fie! You want to hear it? well: Only, my secret's mine, and I won't tell Or, after all, perhaps there's none: Suppose there is no secret after all But only just my fun Today's a nipping day, a biting day; In which one wants a shawl A veil, a cloak, and other wraps: I cannot ope to everyone who taps And let the draughts come whistling thro' my hall; Come bounding and surrounding me Come buffeting, astounding me Nipping and clipping thro' my wraps and all I wear my mask for warmth: who evеr shows His nose to Russian snows To be peckеd at by every wind that blows? You would not peck? I thank you for good will Believe, but leave the truth untested still Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust March with its peck of dust Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers Nor even May, whose flowers One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours Perhaps some languid summer day When drowsy birds sing less and less And golden fruit is ripening to excess If there's not too much sun nor too much cloud And the warm wind is neither still nor loud Perhaps my secret I may say Or you may guess
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Credits
- Writers
- Christina Rossetti