As winter wild from summer green,
Yet Love, like Heaven, will be above
The hearts that truly vow to love.
With step, e’en as the maiden’s, light,
But not a step that e’er knew fright,
Comes one with love-lit look;
He clasps her with his arms around,
As is yon water lily bound
By the encircling brook,
And as it palely droops to hear