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A Winter Wish old wine to drink! Ay, give the slippery juice That drippeth from the grape thrown loose Within the tun; Plucked from beneath the cliff Of sunny-sided Teneriffe, And ripened ’neath the blink Of India’s sun! Peat... Poet: Robert Hinckley Messinger	I - H. B. by William Winter The dirge is sung, the ritual said, No more the brooding organ weeps, And, cool and green, the turf is spread On that lone grave where BROMLEY sleeps. Gone—in his ripe, meridian hour! Gone—when the wave was at its crest! And wayward Humor’s... Poet:	Before Sunrise in Winter A purple cloud hangs half-way down; Sky, yellow gold below; The naked trees, beyond the town, Like masts against it show,— Bare masts and spars of our earth-ship, With shining snow-sails furled; And through the sea of space we slip,... Poet: Edward Rowland Sill	Winter Days Now comes the graybeard of the north: The forests bare their rugged breasts To every wind that wanders forth, And, in their arms, the lonely nests That housed the birdlings months ago Are egged with flakes of drifted snow. No more the robin... Poet: Henry Abbey
It Is in Winter That We Dream of Spring It is in Winter that we dream of Spring; For all the barren bleakness and the cold, The longing fancy sees the frozen mould Decked with sweet blossoming. Though all the birds be silent,—though The fettered stream’s soft voice be still, And... Poet: Robert Burns Wilson	A Winter Twilight Pale beryl sky, with clouds Hued like dove’s wing, O’ershadowing The dying day, And whose edge half enshrouds The first fair evening star, Most crystalline by far Of all the stars that night enring, ... Poet: Arlo Bates	The Garden Where There Is No Winter “se dio ti lasci, lettor, prender frutto Di tua lezione.” Poet: Louis James Block	Winter Sleep I know it must be winter (though I sleep)— I know it must be winter, for I dream I dip my bare feet in the running stream, And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep. I know I must be old (how age deceives!)— I know I must be old, for, all... Poet: Edith Matilda Thomas
Winter Twilight Soft-sandalled twilight, handmaid of the night, Before her noble lady’s radiant face Doth slowly come, with gentle, quiet pace, And draweth rose and azure curtains light Around the snowy couch, so pure, so white, Whereon her mistress soon will rest. With... Poet: George Tracy Elliot	Dartmouth Winter-Song Ho, a song by the fire! (Pass the pipes, fill the bowl!) Ho, a song by the fire! —With a skoal!… For the wolf wind is whining in the doorways, And the snow drifts deep along the road, And the ice-gnomes are marching from their Norways, And... Poet: Richard Hovey