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STANZAS WRITTEN WRITTEN ON THE FIRST OF DECEMBER, 1793, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Though now no more the musing ear
Last Line: And bid the flowret bloom.
Subject(s): Love; Muses; Poetry & Poets; Seasons; Winter


THOUGH now no more the musing ear
Delights to listen to the breeze,
That lingers o'er the green wood shade,
I love thee, winter! well.

Sweet are the harmonies of spring,
Sweet is the summer's evening gale,
And sweet the autumnal winds that shake
The many-coloured grove.

And pleasant to the sobered soul
The silence of the wintry scene,
When nature shrouds her in her trance
In deep tranquillity.

Not undelightful now to roam
The wild health sparkling on the sight;
Not undelightful now to pace
The forest's ample rounds;

And see the spangled branches shine,
And mark the moss of many a hue
That varies the old tree's brown bark,
Or o'er the gray stone spreads.

And mark the clustered berries bright
Amid the holly's gay green leaves;
The ivy round the leafless oak
That clasps its foliage close.

So virtue diffident of strength
Clings to religion's firmer aid,
And by religion's aid upheld
Endures calamity.

Nor void of beauties now the spring,
Whose waters hid from summer sun
Have soothed the thirsty pilgrim's ear
With more than melody.

The green moss shines with icy glare;
The long grass bends its spear-like form;
And lovely is the silvery scene
When faint the sun-beams smile.

Reflection, too, may love the hour
When nature, hid in winter's grave,
No more expands the bursting bud,
Or bids the flowret bloom.

For nature soon in spring's best charms
Shall rise revived from winter's grave,
Again expand the bursting bud,
And bid the flowret bloom.





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