McClure's Magazine/Volume 2/Number 1/To My Wife


 * falls the snow, O lady mine!
 * Sprinkling the lawn with crystals fine;
 * But, by the gods, we won't repine,
 * While we're together!
 * We'll chat and rhyme, and kiss and dine,
 * Defying weather.


 * So stir the fire and pour the wine,
 * And let those sea-green eyes divine
 * Pour their love-madness into mine;
 * I don't care whether
 * 'Tis snow or sun, or rain or shine,
 * If we're together.