First Snow, February <br />WOOLNER, to-night it snows for the first time. <br />Our feet know well the path where in this snow <br />Mine leave one track: how all the ways we know <br />Are hoary in the long-unwonted rime! <br />Grey as their ghosts which now in your new clime <br />Must haunt you while those singing spirits reap <br />All night the field of hospitable sleep— <br />Whose song, past the whole sea, finds counter-chime. <br />Can the year change, and I not think of thee, <br />With whom so many changes of the year <br />So many years were watched—our love's degree <br />Alone the same? Ah still for thee and me, <br />Winter or summer, Woolner, here or there, <br />One grief, one joy, one loss, one victory.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-thomas-woolner/
