Winter - Anne Bradstreet

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Winter - Anne Bradstreet

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Cold, moist, young phlegmy winter now doth lie In swaddling clouts, like new-born infancy; Bound up with frosts, and fur'd with hail & snows And, like an infant, still it taller grows December is my first, and now the sun To the southward Tropick his swift race doth run This month he's hous'd in horned Capricorn From thence he 'gins to length the shortened morn Through Christendom with great festivity Now's held (but guessed) for blest Nativity Cold, frozen January next comes in Chilling the blood, and shrinking up the skin In Aquarius now keeps the long-wish'd sun And northward his unwearied course doth run The day much longer than it was before Thе cold not lessened, but augmеnted more Now toes and ears, and fingers often freeze And travelers their noses sometimes leese Moist snowy February is my last I care not how the winter-time doth haste In Pisces now the golden sun doth shine And northward still approaches to the line The rivers 'gin to ope, the snows to melt And some warm glances from his face are felt; Which is increased by the lengthen'd day Until by's heat, he drive all cold away And thus the year in circle runneth round; Where first it did begin, in th' end its found

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  • Anne Bradstreet