Go, Winter! Go thy ways! We want again <br />The twitter of the bluebird and the wren; <br />Leaves ever greener growing, and the shine <br />Of Summer's sun--not thine.-- <br /> <br />Thy sun, which mocks our need of warmth and love <br />And all the heartening fervencies thereof, <br />It scarce hath heat enow to warm our thin <br />Pathetic yearnings in. <br /> <br />So get thee from us! We are cold, God wot, <br />Even as _thou_ art.--We remember not <br />How blithe we hailed thy coming.--That was O <br />Too long--too long ago! <br /> <br />Get from us utterly! Ho! Summer then <br />Shall spread her grasses where thy snows have been, <br />And thy last icy footprint melt and mold <br />In her first marigold.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-winter/
