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Winter My Secret

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 ever

His nose to Russian

To be pecked 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

March with its peck of dust,

Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,

Nor even May, whose

One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.

Perhaps some languid summer day,

Hen 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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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) was an English poet who wrote romantic, devotional, and children's poems. "Gobl…

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