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!