TO WINTER - John Oldham Poems


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"Blow, blow, thou winter wind."
    Away from here,
And I shall greet thy passing breath
    Without a tear.

I do not love thy snow and sleet
    Or icy flows;
When I must jump or stamp to warm
    My freezing toes.

For why should I be happy or
    E'en be merry,
In weather only fitted for
    Cook or Peary.

My eyes are red, my lips are blue
    My ears frost bitt'n;
Thy numbing kiss doth e'en extend
    Thro' my mitten.

I am cold, no matter how I warm
    Or clothe me;
O Winter, greater bards have sung
    I loathe thee!