Now winter nights enlarge <br /> This 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 defense, <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/now-winter-nights-enlarge/
