My Heart Is What It Was Before, A House Where People Come And Go; But It Is Winter With Your Love, The Sashes Are Beset With Snow. I Light The Lamp And Lay The Cloth, I Blow The Coals To Blaze Again; But It Is Winter With Your Love, The Frost Is Thick Upon The Pane. I Know A Winter When It Comes: The Leaves Are Listless On The Boughs; I Watched Your Love A Little While, And Brought My Plants Into The House. I Water Them And Turn Them South, I Snap The Dead Brown From The Stem; But It Is Winter With Your Love,-- I Only Tend And Water Them. There Was A Time I Stood And Watched The Small, Ill-Natured Sparrows' Fray; I Loved The Beggar That I Fed, I Cared For What He Had To Say, I Stood And Watched Him Out Of Sight; Today I Reach Around The Door And Set A Bowl Upon The Step; My Heart Is What It Was Before, But It Is Winter With Your Love; I Scatter Crumbs Upon The Sill, And Close The Window,--And The Birds May Take Or Leave Them, As They Will.