Nature, when she made thee, dear, br Begged the treasures of the year. br For thy cheeks, all pink and white, br Spring gave apple blossoms light; br Summer, for thy matchless eyes, br Gave the azure of her skies; br Autumn spun her gold and red br In a mass of silken thread— br Gold and red and sunlight rare br For the wonder of thy hair! br Surly Winter would impart br But his coldness, for thy heart. br br Dearest, let the love I bring br Turn thy Winter into Spring.