"Winter Song," by the 18th-century English poet Elizabeth Tollet, is a poem about the power of love and commitment. The speaker attempts to "prove" their love by describing all the things they'd willingly "suffer" on their beloved's behalf. If their lover were exiled to a land of harsh, endless winter, the speaker would stay by their side and do everything in their power to keep them safe, comfortable, and happy. So steadfast is the speaker's love that they'd even prefer such a life to one of wealth and splendor. Love, the poem implies, can make even great sacrifices feel like blessings.
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1Ask me no more, my truth to prove,
2What I would suffer for my love.
3With thee I would in exile go
4To regions of eternal snow,
5O'er floods by solid ice confined,
6Through forest bare with northern wind:
7While all around my eyes I cast,
8Where all is wild and all is waste.
9If there the tim'rous stag you chase,
10Or rouse to fight a fiercer race,
11Undaunted I thy arms would bear,
12And give thy hand the hunter's spear.
13When the low sun withdraws his light,
14And menaces an half-year's night,
15The conscious moon and stars above
16Shall guide me with my wand'ring love.
17Beneath the mountain's hollow brow,
18Or in its rocky cells below,
19Thy rural feast I would provide.
20Nor envy palaces their pride.
21The softest moss should dress thy bed,
22With savage spoils about thee spread:
23While faithful love the watch should keep,
24To banish danger from thy sleep.
1Ask me no more, my truth to prove,
2What I would suffer for my love.
3With thee I would in exile go
4To regions of eternal snow,
5O'er floods by solid ice confined,
6Through forest bare with northern wind:
7While all around my eyes I cast,
8Where all is wild and all is waste.
9If there the tim'rous stag you chase,
10Or rouse to fight a fiercer race,
11Undaunted I thy arms would bear,
12And give thy hand the hunter's spear.
13When the low sun withdraws his light,
14And menaces an half-year's night,
15The conscious moon and stars above
16Shall guide me with my wand'ring love.
17Beneath the mountain's hollow brow,
18Or in its rocky cells below,
19Thy rural feast I would provide.
20Nor envy palaces their pride.
21The softest moss should dress thy bed,
22With savage spoils about thee spread:
23While faithful love the watch should keep,
24To banish danger from thy sleep.
Ask me no more, my truth to prove,
What I would suffer for my love.
With thee I would in exile go
To regions of eternal snow,
O'er floods by solid ice confined,
Through forest bare with northern wind:
While all around my eyes I cast,
Where all is wild and all is waste.
If there the tim'rous stag you chase,
Or rouse to fight a fiercer race,
Undaunted I thy arms would bear,
And give thy hand the hunter's spear.
When the low sun withdraws his light,
And menaces an half-year's night,
The conscious moon and stars above
Shall guide me with my wand'ring love.
Beneath the mountain's hollow brow,
Or in its rocky cells below,
Thy rural feast I would provide.
Nor envy palaces their pride.
The softest moss should dress thy bed,
With savage spoils about thee spread:
While faithful love the watch should keep,
To banish danger from thy sleep.
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