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 O Winter! ruler of the inverted year,
 . . . .
  I crown thee king of intimate read more 
 O Winter! ruler of the inverted year,
 . . . .
  I crown thee king of intimate delights,
   Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness,
    And all the comforts that the lowly roof
     Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours
      Of long uninterrupted evening, know. 
 The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in 
winter; the fleshy, in summer. I read more 
 The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in 
winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the 
bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood. 
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
 Winter is icumen in,
 Lhude sing Goddamm,
  Raineth drop and staineth slop,
   And how read more 
 Winter is icumen in,
 Lhude sing Goddamm,
  Raineth drop and staineth slop,
   And how the wind doth ramm!
    Sing: Goddamm. 
 On a lone winter evening, when the frost
 Has wrought a silence.  
 On a lone winter evening, when the frost
 Has wrought a silence. 
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.
 His breath like silver arrows pierced the air,
 The naked earth crouched shuddering at his feet,
  His read more 
 His breath like silver arrows pierced the air,
 The naked earth crouched shuddering at his feet,
  His finger on all flowing waters sweet
   Forbidding lay--motion nor sound was there:--
    Nature was frozen dead,--and still and slow,
     A winding sheet fell o'er her body fair,
      Flaky and soft, from his wide wings of snow. 
 In the bleak midwinter
 Frosty wind made moan,
  Earth stood hard as iron,
   Water read more 
 In the bleak midwinter
 Frosty wind made moan,
  Earth stood hard as iron,
   Water like a stone;
    Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
     Snow on snow,
      In the bleak midwinter,
       Long ago. 
 Every Fern is tucked and set,
 'Neath coverlet,
  Downy and soft and warm.  
 Every Fern is tucked and set,
 'Neath coverlet,
  Downy and soft and warm.