Shout now! The months with loud acclaim, Take up the cry and send it forth; May breathing sweet her Spring perfumes, November thundering from the North. With hands upraised, as with one voice, They join their notes in grand accord; Hail to December! say they all, It gave to Earth our Christ the Lord! J. K. HoytThe Meeting of the Months.
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings neer remember Apollos summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time KeatsStanzas.