Winter - My Secret By Christina Georgina Rossetti - Not Applicable/Gideon Wagner

Winter - My Secret by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Fine

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 hope to everyone who taps

And let the draughts come whistling through my hall

Come bounding and surrounding me

Come buffeting astounding me

Nipping and clipping through my wraps and all

I wear my mask for warmth

Who ever shows

His nose to Russian snows

To be pecked at by every wind that blows

You would not peck

I thank you for good will

Believe but leave that truth untested still

Spring's an expansive time

Yet I don't trust

March with its peck of dust

Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers

Nor even May whose flowers

One frost may wither throrough the sunless hours

Perhaps some languid summer's day

When 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