A song to the consolations of winter is delivered with the grace and precision typical of this intellectually ambitious poet

Now Winter Nights …

Now winter nights enlarge The number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Now let the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine, Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights Shall wait on honey love While youthful revels, masques and courtly sights, Sleep’s leaden spells remove.

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