23. Brave Winter and thou shalt ever agree,
Though a stern and frowning gaffer is he;
You like to hear him, with hail and rain,
Come tapping against the window pane;
You joy to see him come marching forth,
Begirt with the icicle gems of the north;
But you like him best when he comes bedight
In his velvet robes of stainless white.
Eliza Cook.
24. When "adieu!" father Winter has sadly said