You tell your secret? No, indeed not you; <br />Perhaps some day, you may? <br />But not today; its not May nor gay; no, nay… <br />And you’re too careful: true! <br />I want to hear it! Tell! <br />Only, your secret’s yours, and you won’t spell. <br /> <br />Surely, considering all, there’s some: <br />There must be some secret; after all, <br />Not only just a pun? <br />Today’s a wheezing day, a whooping day; <br />In which one needs a hat, <br />A scarf, a coat and other knits: <br />Will you not ope to one who pleads? <br />Out here the cold come whooshing thro' me raw <br />Come biting and chilling me, <br />Come beating, killing me…. <br />Stinging and piercing thro' my coat and more. <br />I have no mask for warmth: who never feels <br />The pains from winter’s chill <br />Pricked even when the winds are still? <br />You never meant to prick? I thank you in relief. <br />I believe, help my unbelief <br /> <br />Spring’s an exquisite time: yet you don’t trust <br />March with its long dusk, <br />Nor April with its budding sweet showers, <br />Nor even May, when earth’s dullness <br />One bud may soon brighten with the sunlit hours. <br />I pray some splendid summer day, <br />When sprightly birds begin to rest <br />And golden fruits are at their best <br />If there’s just enough sun and enough shade <br />And the cool breeze is neither too soft nor great <br />I Pray! Your secret you will tell <br />For I won’t press.<br /><br />Tay Winston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-your-secret-christina-georgina-rosetti/
