Dare my heart speak when the summer shines
Through cotton curtains, through shifting blinds,
Dare my heart say a word, or sing
Of things so temporal---forgotten things?
Dare my heart whisper, dare my heart sleep
When winter has passed through the violet vales deep
And the spring is pressing her lips to the wind...
Dare my heart slumber---lest daring, offends.
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