A Winter Poem

Since you lot up North are in the middle of Winter, I thought you might want to share some winter poetry.

This one is by William Shenstone, "Lines Written on a Window at the Leasowes at a Time of Very Deep Snow", written in 1747.

In this small fort, besieged with snow,
When every studious pulse beats low,
What does my wish require?
Some sprightly girls beneath my roof,
Some friends sincere and winter-proof,
A bottle and a fire.

Prolong, O snow, prolong thy siege!
With these, thou wilt but more oblige,
And bless me with thy stay;
Extend, extend thy frigid reign,
My few sincerer friends detain,
And keep false friends away.