To

The world is cold enough, my dear
Without us adding to its chill;
Do not be coy, do not be queer
In exercisement of your will,
Do not stand so far away,
Do not be miserly of heat,
Do not reflect the morning's grey,
But make the cold beat its retreat
And gaily laugh along with me
To warm yourself as I'm designing:
By each reciprocatingly
Limb to other limb entwining.
It is better thus to seize
Our love than, separated, freeze.