Two Vocal Valses from The Window

Birds' love and birds' song.
Flying here and there,-
Birds' song and birds' love,
And you with gold for hair!
Birds' song and birds' love,
Passing with the weather,
Men's song and men's love
To love once and for ever.

Men's love and birds' love,
And women's love and men's!
And you my wren with crown of gold,
You my Queen of the wrens!
You the Queen of the wrens!
We'll be birds of a feather;
I'll be King of the Queen of the wrens,
And all in a nest together!

The frost is here,
And fuel is dear,
And woods are sear,
And fires burn clear,
And frost is here,
And has bitten the heel of the going year.
	
Bite, frost, bite!
You roll up away from the light.
The blue wood louse,
And the plump dormouse,
And the bees are still'd,
And the flies are kill'd,
And you bite far far into the heart of the house,
But not into mine,
And you bite far far into the heart of the house,
But not into mine.

Bite, frost, bite!
The woods are all the searer,
The fuel is all the dearer,
The fires are all the clearer,
My spring is all the nearer,
You have bitten into the heart of the earth,
But not into mine,
You have bitten into the heart of the earth,
But not, not into mine.