Father and Child by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The New Year wedded the winter -- / Winter, the harsh old king! / Whose head was a snow-capped mountain -- / Whose breath was the North-Wind's sting. / But he wooed and wedded the maiden, / And gave her a robe of snow; / And hung on her breast bright jewels, / With a lace-work of frost below.

And the days flowed on like a river; / And the mother looked up and smiled, / When she laid in the arms of Winter, / Their beautiful first-born child. / "And what shall we name our infant? " / She said to the harsh old king. / And the old man kissed her softly, / And said, "we will call her Spring."