Thomas Campion

(1567-1620 / England)

Winter Nights


NOW winter nights enlarge
   The number of their hours,
   And clouds their storms discharge
   Upon the airy towers.
   Let now the chimneys blaze
   And cups o'erflow with wine;
   Let well-tuned words amaze
   With harmony divine.
   Now yellow waxen lights
   Shall wait on honey love,
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
   Sleep's leaden spells remove.

   This time doth well dispense
   With lovers' long discourse;
   Much speech hath some defence,
   Though beauty no remorse.
   All do not all things well;
   Some measures comely tread,
   Some knotted riddles tell,
   Some poems smoothly read.
   The summer hath his joys,
   And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
   They shorten tedious nights.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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