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When winter's pulse seems dead beneath the snow, / And has no throb to give, / Warm your cold heart at mine, beloved, and so / Shall your heart live.
For mine is fire -- a furnace strong and red; / Look up into my eyes, / There shall you see a flame to make the dead / Take life and rise.
My eyes are brown, and yours are still and grey, / Still as the frostbound lake / Whose depths are sleeping in the icy sway, / And will not wake.
Soundless they are below the leaden sky, / Bound with that silent chain; / Yet chains may fall, and those that fettered lie / May live again.
Yes, turn away, grey eyes, you dare not face / In mine the flame of life; / When frost meets fire, 'tis but a little space / That ends the strife.
Then comes the hour, when, breaking from their bands, / The swirling floods run free, / And you, beloved, shall stretch your drowning hands, / And cling to me.