Away in our far Northern Land,
Where blustering winds swept o’er the wold,
Love came with Winter hand in hand
Changing our leaden skies to gold,
And as we raced across the Snow,
Love set the frozen world aglow.
Ah, give me back that frozen year,
Those leaden skies, that wind swept wold!
’Twas summer then, ’tis winter here,
Here where my dearest heart is cold,
Where all the Earth and all the Sun,
Tell only that Love’s race is run.
J. C. C.
1870.