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Winter Song

Translation of Charles Timothy Brooks

SUMMER joys are o’er;

Flowerets bloom no more;

Wintry winds are sweeping:

Through the snow-drifts peeping,

Cheerful evergreen

Rarely now is seen.

Now no plumèd throng

Charms the woods with song;

Ice-bound trees are glittering;

Merry snow-birds, twittering,

Fondly strive to cheer

Scenes so cold and drear.

Winter, still I see

Many charms in thee;

Love thy chilly greeting,

Snow-storms fiercely beating,

And the dear delights

Of the long, long nights.