Whiten the houses and the bare brown trees.
It is not winter when the north wind blows,
Nor yet when mountain lakes are glazed, and floes
On the horizons of the Arctic freeze.
There is no winter if the heart is warm!—
And I would ask you to remember it.
My dear, when you are silent, I must sit
Frozen among the figures of the storm.
VIII.
What do I mean by such queer similes?