You asked of me a summer’s morn
But all I have’s a winter’s eve;
And it’s not much, I know, for one
Like you, who struggles to believe

In anything from anyone –
Especially from men –
But come with me, out to the lake
And see the truth
Again.

You asked of me an ardent love,
I gave to you a frozen walk –
You look at me in silence, thinking,
I am surely one to talk

Of anything like winter love;
Of hope amid the ice –
But come with me, out to the lake:
I’ll show you
Paradise