Now Winter Nights Enlarge

Now winter nights enlarge
This number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o'erflow with wine,
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall wait on honey love
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
Sleep's leaden spells remove.

This time doth well dispense
With lovers' long discourse;
Much speech hath some defense,
Though beauty no remorse.
All do not all things well:
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted riddles tell,
Some poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys
They shorten tedious nights.

by Thomas Campion

Comments (8)

Lovely poem. Love it....
Nicely constructed rhyming! ! !
Nice work with the muse of winter.
I like Campion. He has a way with words. nice verse this.
I don't think Campion has ever been under-rated, but the echolalic and brain-teasing effect of 'All do not all things well' is over the top. MM
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