Here in the Time of the Winter Morn

Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love,
I see the Sunlit leaves of changing hue
Burn clear against a sky of tender blue,
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love.
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love,
I hear the low tone bells of changing song
Ring clear upon the air the full day long,
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love.
I hear the bells, I see the changing leaves,
And one lone heart for Summer silent grieves,
Here in the time of the Winter morn, Love.

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on January 2, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.

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“Here in the Time of the Winter Morn” appeared in The Crisis III, no. 3 (January, 1912).