Do you recall what I said last June
When everything was going well,
Before our ringing the wedding bell?
"Forever summer won't last,
Always the sky won't stay clear;
Save some summer and some sun,
For wintry days in the year."
On your front steps, under the full moon,
After our nightly walk to the oak,
I returned your hidden beads and spoke:
"Winter has eighty-eight days
And summer has only two;
One of which belongs to me,
The other belongs to you."
It takes both days in summer
And both warm hearts in winter,