NOW winter nights enlarge <br /> The number of their hours, <br /> And clouds their storms discharge <br /> Upon the airy towers. <br /> Let now the chimneys blaze <br /> And cups o'erflow with wine; <br /> Let well-tuned words amaze <br /> With harmony divine. <br /> Now yellow waxen lights <br /> Shall wait on honey love, <br />While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights <br /> Sleep's leaden spells remove. <br /> <br /> This time doth well dispense <br /> With lovers' long discourse; <br /> Much speech hath some defence, <br /> Though beauty no remorse. <br /> All do not all things well; <br /> Some measures comely tread, <br /> Some knotted riddles tell, <br /> Some poems smoothly read. <br /> The summer hath his joys, <br /> And winter his delights; <br />Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, <br /> They shorten tedious nights.<br /><br />Thomas Campion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-nights-2/
