Outside the winds have blown away.
Oh, could we find a way?
(Through slips in mud, across freezing paths
Where the moon is bright, but the ice is black.)

Stay here, please. Don't go.
I can't let you leave.
Please.
Stay here with me.
The ground is dry here, soft the breeze.

The world needs life in times like this.
Oh, let us find another place to kiss.
(Under stars behind snow clouds
And far from yellow light's intruding crowd.)

Stay here, please. Don't go.
I won't let you leave.
Please.
Stay here with me.
The lights can blacken and let us be.

There might be more.
How would we know
Unless we cross the globe?

But if you taste sweet winter's bitter kiss,
What will I be but autumn's hanging mist?