The rose bush lies concealed beneath the snow,
While winter's mantle covers all the world,
But soon enough the warm west wind must blow,
And verdant glory wide shall be unfurled.
Likewise beneath a greyly planning will,
A gentle, kind and lovely head was bowed,
Her hot blood thickened by the wintry chill,
But passion can not easily be cowed.
Now like the breath of a spring breeze so sweet,
A touch of kindness wakes the sleeping bloom,
Her joy revealed, her loveliness complete,
A smile bright enough to light the room.
And heedless now of who might chance to see,
Where once she walked abashed she dances free.
While winter's mantle covers all the world,
But soon enough the warm west wind must blow,
And verdant glory wide shall be unfurled.
Likewise beneath a greyly planning will,
A gentle, kind and lovely head was bowed,
Her hot blood thickened by the wintry chill,
But passion can not easily be cowed.
Now like the breath of a spring breeze so sweet,
A touch of kindness wakes the sleeping bloom,
Her joy revealed, her loveliness complete,
A smile bright enough to light the room.
And heedless now of who might chance to see,
Where once she walked abashed she dances free.