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Saturday, January 31, 2004

Merry Winter 


Merry Winter



Green the bough .. it makes this hall

A kingdom now made merry.

Winter's come .. my summer's gone

The damp my age does weary.

Now kindle Yule

Let poor men fuel

For king is now King Hiver.

There can be none till cold is done


And Spring's sunrise revive Her

So as we merry wassail or meade

May solstice keep in mind the need

Of the life untropic cycled

When beasts choose sleep and men concede

A breast of clime to pace the snows

A store of food as befits those

Who though they merry and do warm

It is in conscience of the swarm

Which in dark may never wake

And sleep a winter-tide to stake

All the warm life's store of living

Which store, men gain in time by giving

To join in vernal bud returned

A call of friend - not survivor spurned.



# posted by scotty of course @ 10:14 AM

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