Winter Nights Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Now winter nights, long nights of discontent that do enlarge
And expand upon us the number of their dark sloth hours;
And host of clouds gathering ominously, never too far, their wrath, storms to discharge
Upon the sleeping city dwellings and the pikes of gloom towers.


Then it is the time to let our chimneys house hold fire and blaze
And cups overflow with red wine, the odor overflow our table dine
Let then well-tuned words harmonize and amaze
With human soul of soothing harmony divine.


And then the yellow candles of waxen lights
Shall wait on our long un hastened honey love
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
And sleep leaden wicked spells remove.

This is the time that is in well dispense
With lovers long into the winter night discourse;
Much speech has some defense,
Though beauty is a thing no remorse.


The world we love in, all do not all things well:
Some measures in great pleasures are comely tread,
Some affairs are like knotted riddles hard to tell,
Some poems not as we wish smoothly read.


The long lazy days of summer have their nimble joys,
Calm, tamed winter hold its sublime delights;
Though love and all its pleasures are but of nature coy
We wait to exhaust its long tedious, discontent nights.



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