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Frederick
George Scott
COLLECTED
POEMS
Buried
Love
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Love hath built himself a house
Underneath the snow,
Where, amid the winter’s storm,
He can keep his body warm,
When the winds do blow.
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It is lined with leaves that fell
Half a year ago,
And around it linger yet
Odours of spring violet,
Underneath the snow.
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If you come and try to peep
Into what’s below,
Laughing loud, as if in fun,
Love jumps up and makes you run,
Pelting you with snow.
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What does Love do night and day?
Would you like to know?
In the dark he sits and weeps
For a little maid that sleeps—
Sleeps beneath the snow.
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And when Spring shall come again
And the warm winds blow,
Tears have made his sight so dim
That the world will seem to him
Buried still in snow. [Page
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