To Winter - William Blake

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To Winter - William Blake

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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.' He hears me not, but o'er the yawning deep Rides heavy; his storms are unchain'd, sheathèd In ribbèd steel; I dare not lift mine eyes For he hath rear'd his sceptre o'er the world Lo! now the direful monster, whose 1000 skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and in his hand Unclothеs the earth, and freezes up frail lifе He takes his seat upon the cliffs,—the mariner Cries in vain. Poor little wretch, that deal'st With storms!—till heaven smiles, and the monster Is driv'n yelling to his caves beneath mount Hecla

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  • William Blake