Frozen tears

Franz Peter Schubert

Now frozen drops have fallen

From over grieving cheeks

How could it have escaped me

That I have wept again?

Oh, teardrops! Frozen teardrops!

I thought you not so cold

That you would freeze to ice like

The coolest morning dew.

And flowing

from your source in

The breast so glowing hot,

As if you would be melting

The whole of winter's ice!