Old Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: "What have I done of all the year, To bear this hated doom severe? My cheerless suns no pleasure know; Night's horrid car drags, dreary slow; My dismal months no joys are crowning, But spleeny English hanging, drowning. "Now Jove, for once be mighty civil. To counterbalance all this evil; Give me, and I've no more to say, Give me Maria's natal day! That brilliant gift shall so enrich me, Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me." "'Tis done!" says Jove; so ends my story, And Winter once rejoiced in glory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIDDLERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE GETTYSBURG ADDRESS by ABRAHAM LINCOLN ON IMAGINATION by PHILLIS WHEATLEY GOODS TRAIN AT NIGHT by KENNETH H. ASHLEY THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER (DEDICATED TO MISS ELLA F. KENNEDY) by SARA S. BASHEFKIN CHEF PERNOLLET by BERTON BRALEY MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 5. SPEAKING OF DRIVING by BERTON BRALEY |