Wintertime

Katharina
"Welcome to Wintertime in the High City. I'm Katharina, guardian of Winter and protector of the creatures on these pages; feel free to visit the Goddess of Winter and all her helpers."
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Old Winter
By: Thomas Noel

Old Winter sad, in snowy clad,
Is making a doleful din;
But let him howl till he crack his jowl,
We will not let him in.

Ay, let him lift from the the billowy drift
His hoary, haggard form,
And his scowling stand, with his wrinkled hand
Outstretched to the storm.

And let his weird and sleety beard
Stream loose upon the blast,
And, rustling, chime to the tinkling rime
From his bald head falling fast.

let his baleful breath shed blight and death
On herb and flower and tree;
And brooks and ponds in crystal bonds
Bind fast, but what care we?

Let him push at the door-in the chimney roar,
And rattle the window pane;
Let him in at us spy with icicle eye,
But he shall not entrance gain.

Let him gnaw, with his freezing tooth,
On our roof tiles, till he tire;
But we care not a whit, as we jovial sit
Before our blazing fire.

Come lads, let's sing, till the rafters ring;
Some, push the can about;-
From our snug fire-side this Christmas-tide
We'll keep old Winter out.

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