Recall + 

Winter⁠—aback sweeps the inward eye, + 

Fleet o’er the trail to a rose-wreathed sky, + 

Girt by a cordon of dreams I dwell + 

Deep in the heart of the old-time spell. + 

Almost, the tones of your whispered word, + 

Almost! the thrill that your dear lips stirred, + 

Almost!! that wild pulsing throb again⁠— + 

Almost!!!⁠— + 

(’Tis winter, the falling rain). + 