A Little Pretty Pocket-book/Winter

by John Newbery

IV. Winter.

A Winter was last in woolly Robes array'd,
And bent with feeble Age his hoary Head;
Shrunk in himself he wrapt his Garments close,
And inly trembled as the Tempest rose.
His Length of Beard and deep intended Brow,
Were whiten'd o'er with an eternal Snow.
Prone to the Earth his bending Back declin'd,
And, almost, froze, he shiver'd in the Wind;
Propp'd on a Staff, he slowly, mov'd along;
And round him loud insuIting Boreas rung.