How agnate a wintertide hath er’ absenteeism been

‘Ine thee, the titillation of the ephemeral senescence!

O’ glacials thou felt, what aphotic days seen!

E’ sacchariferous dew December,

And ‘ill this epoch remov'd was summer's ye’.

Palatial autumn with fecund mounds,

Bearing o’er juvenality of the cashew,

Yet this copious issue seem'd to me

Thy hope of waifs and unfather'd pome;

For solistice and thy’re pleasures wait on thee,

And thou abroad, the very birds are aphasic;

Or if they cantillate, 'tis with so besotted a cheer

That leaves look cadaverous, dreading the winter's near..