Whitsuntide.
Written at Winchester College on the immediate
approach of the Holidays.
Hence, Thou Fur-clad Winter, fly;
Sire of shivering Poverty!
Who, as thou creep’st with chilblains lame
To the crowded charcoal flame,
With chattering teeth and ague cold,
Scarce thy shaking sides canst hold
While thou draw’st the deep cough out:
God of Football’s noisy rout,
Tumult loud and boist’rous play,