
Winter complains to Jove about his joyless days and dreary nights, asking for Maria's birthday to make his season surpass Spring, Summer and Autumn. Jove grants the request, and Winter rejoices.
By Robert Burns · Genre: Celebratory Poetry, Mythological Poetry · 180 words
4th November 1793.
Old Winter, with his frosty beard, / Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: / "What have I done of all the year, / To bear this hated doom severe?
My cheerless suns no pleasure know; / Night's horrid car drags, dreary slow; / My dismal months no joys are crowning, / But spleeny English hanging, drowning.
"Now Jove, for once be mighty civil. / To counterbalance all this evil; / Give me, and I've no more to say, / Give me Maria's natal day! / That brilliant gift shall so enrich me, / Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me. " / "Tis done! " says Jove; so ends my story, / And Winter once rejoiced in glory.
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birthdays · winter · personification · Jove