A barren field in the Winter,
When the winds dart,
When chilly the driving snowflakes
Bite and smart,
Bleak with the frost of sorrow,
Lies my heart.
Yet in the dreary snowfall,
Lighting the view,
And whistling with vibrant music,
That shrills through,
Green are the glistening hemlocks,–
My thoughts of you!
Newark-born poet Louis Ginsberg included these lines in his 1920 collection The Attic of the Past and Other Lyrics.
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