In winter I get up at night, — Winter

"Make we here our camp of winter; And, through sleet and snow, Pitchy knot and beechen splinter On our hearth shall glow. Here, with mirth to lighten duty, We shall lack alone Womans smile and girlhoods beauty, Childhoods lisping tone."

"Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers."

"’Tis a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, O sighing!"

"On that winter day when Nature was deep in her annual slumber and seemed to have kicked the clothes off. Copses, dells, quarries and all hidden places, which had been mysterious mines for exploration in leafy summer, now exposed themselves and their secrets."

"Up rose the wild old winter-king, And shook his beard of snow; "I hear the first young hare-bell ring, Tis time for me to go! Northward oer the icy rocks, Northward oer the sea, My daughter comes with sunny locks: This lands too warm for me!"

"Lastly came Winter cloathed all in frize, Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill; Whilst on his hoary beard his breath did freese, And the dull drops, that from his purpled bill As from a limebeck did adown distill: In his right hand a tipped staffe he held, With which his feeble steps he stayed still; For he was faint with cold, and weak with eld; That scarce his loosed limbes he hable was to weld."