February Love

You walk in beauty,
Like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies..
And all that's best of dark and bright,
Meet in your aspect and your eyes.

When February bends above me,
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When February tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly,
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow,
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret,
That I have died to keep.