Over the farthest seas for many a mile.
Yet your fierce advent and your winds severe
Are but the bluster of a friend we love;
Though you are winter’s neighbor you bring here
Rich gifts, and hang your bluest skies above.
To-morrow you will tame your restless steeds
And drive the water-freighted clouds away;
Then you will scatter far the wild-flower’s seeds
At intervals throughout a peaceful day.