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Poem by Robert Bloomfield


Winter Song


Dear Boy, throw that Icicle down,
And sweep this deep Snow from the door:
Old Winter comes on with a frown;
A terrible frown for the poor.
In a Season so rude and forlorn
How can age, how can infancy bear
The silent neglect and the scorn
Of those who have plenty to spare?

Fresh broach'd is my Cask of old Ale,
Well-tim'd now the frost is set in;
Here's Job come to tell us a tale,
We'll make him at home to a pin.
While my Wife and I bask o'er the fire,
The roll of the Seasons will prove,
That Time may diminish desire,
But cannot extinguish true love.

O the pleasures of neighbourly chat,
If you can but keep scandal away,
To learn what the world has been at,
And what the great Orators say;
Though the Wind through the crevices sing,
And Hail down the chimney rebound,
I'm happier than many a king
While the Bellows blow Bass to the sound.

Abundance was never my lot:
But out of the trifle that's given,
That no curse may alight on my Cot,
I'll distribute the bounty of Heaven:
The fool and the slave gather wealth;
But if I add nought to my store,
Yet while I keep conscience in health,
I've a Mine that will never grow poor. 



Robert Bloomfield

Poem Theme: Winter

Robert Bloomfield's other poems:
  1. A Visit to Renelagh
  2. Rosy Hannah
  3. Barnham Water
  4. The Woodland Hallo
  5. Mary's Evening Sigh


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Wilfred Owen Winter Song ("The browns, the olives, and the yellows died")
  • George MacDonald Winter Song ("They were parted then at last?")
  • Katherine Mansfield Winter Song ("Rain and wind, and wind and rain")

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