WINTER - Anne Bradstreet Poems

 
 

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WINTER
When icicles hang by the wall
  And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall
  And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul,
  Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
    Tu-who, a merry note,
  While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow
  And coughing drowns the parson's saw
And birds sit brooding in the snow
  And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
  Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit;
    Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

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