Wow, what a poem. I can see the parallels between it and "An Apple Gathering" (and, therefore, "Goblin Market"). What I find interesting, though, is that in "Daughter of Eve" the idea of winter is the typical cold, lonely, and dismal one, whereas in "Winter: My Secret," winter is the time for her true self to come out and play, so to speak. Would you could call this the dual nature or 'personality' of the season? It would continue the splendid dichotomy that is Christina Rossetti, to put it in wonderfully stilted and proper British language. Tally-ho for now.