Now winter nights grow long.
Full to the brim with blustery hours,
And clouds their lightning discharge
Upon the office towers.
And rain does now and again,
Dimple the sandy plage
Let now the fires blaze,
And cups over flow with wine;
Let our well-tuned poetry amaze
With harmony divine.
Then yellow waxen street so bright
Shall shine on honeyed love,
While love revealed, in the fire light
Comforts and bequites
Sleep’s leaden spells shall not remove.
Loves pleasures and delights
Which is at times all we have
To shorten winters nights
JAMES ROBERTS
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-approaching-season/
