When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit cheers; And still it glads the length'ning day 'Neath February's milder sway. When March's keener winds succeed, What charms me like the burning weed? When April mounts his solar car, I join him, puffing a cigar; And May, so beautiful and bright, Still finds the pleasing weed a-light. To balmy zephyrs it gives rest When June in gayest livery's drest. Through July, Flora's offspring smile, But still Nicotia's can beguile; And August, when its fruits are ripe, Matures my pleasure in a pipe. September finds me in the garden, Communing with a long churchwarden. Even in the wane of dull October I smoke my pipe and sip my "robar." November's soaking show'rs require The smoking pipe and blazing fire. The darkest day in drear December's— That's lighted by their glowing embers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LACHRYMAE MUSARUM (THE DEATH OF TENNYSON) by WILLIAM WATSON THE FOUR SEASONS by PHILIP AYRES THE RIVER HOUSE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ONE DOES NOT WHOLLY DIE by COE BOTKIN SPRING FANTASIES: 3. THE SYMBOL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE BUILDING OF THE ARGO by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 2 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |