Poetry Friday


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.

  — Thomas Campion (1567 – 1620), English physician, writer, and lyricist.