Now winter nights enlarge
This 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 defense,
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.
An awesome poem about winter and it is interesting and likes.
I like Campion. He has a way with words. nice verse this.
I don't think Campion has ever been under-rated, but the echolalic and brain-teasing effect of 'All do not all things well' is over the top. MM
The summer hath his joys, and winter his delights. A well articulated piece of poetry insightfully penned with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those last two lines certainly blew through me like a winter wind- -ouch