Now winter nights grow long. <br /> Full to the brim with blustery hours, <br />And clouds their lightning discharge <br />Upon the office towers. <br />And rain does now and again, <br /> Dimple the sandy plage <br />Let now the fires blaze, <br />And cups over flow with wine; <br />Let our well-tuned poetry amaze <br />With harmony divine. <br />Then yellow waxen street so bright <br />Shall shine on honeyed love, <br />While love revealed, in the fire light <br />Comforts and bequites <br />Sleep’s leaden spells shall not remove. <br />Loves pleasures and delights <br />Which is at times all we have <br />To shorten winters nights<br /><br />JAMES ROBERTS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-approaching-season/
