There are feathers in the winter air,
That dream and drift in swaths of azure pure,
Mingling with the snow that lingers there,
To my heart, they hold the greatest allure
That dream and drift in swaths of azure pure,
The sweet turtledove that haunts my mind,
To my heart, they hold the greatest allure -
Would my heart were not that of a hind!
The sweet turtledove that haunts my mind
Frisking about in these, my snowy dreams -
Would my heart were not that of a hind,
Would I shall see wings when I gaze in streams!
Frisking about in these, my snowy dreams,
For once I join my dear turtledove,
Would I shall see wings when I gaze in streams,
And in the morn find requited love
For once I join my dear turtledove,
When feathers soft fall from the cloudy sky,
And in the morn find requited love
With my dear turtledove nesting near by
When feathers soft fall from the cloudy sky,
I wake to find my hopes are vain,
With my dear turtledove nesting near by
Only when I sleep in feathered rain
I wake to find my hopes are vain,
For feathered ells shall never grace my back -
Only when I sleep in feathered rain
I dare to hold these dreams of the sumac
For feathered ells shall never grace my back -
There are feathers in the winter air -
I dare to hold these dreams of the sumac,
Mingling with the snow that lingers there...

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