The Winter Solstice
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold; ... the icy fang and churlish chiding of the winter's wind...bites and blows upon my body; I shrink with cold; what freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, what old December's bareness everywhere! I, that did never weep, now melt with woe that winter should cut off our spring-time so; hideous...











