To Winter

O Winter! Bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there has thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thy iron car.

He hears me not, bit o’er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; is storms are unchain’d; sheathed
In ribbed steel, I dare not lift mine eyes
For he hath rear’d his sceptre o’er the world.

Lo! Now the direful monster, whose skin clings
To his strong bones, strides o’er the groaning rocks:
he withers all in silence, and his hand
Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

He takes his seat upon the cliffs, the mariner
Cries in vain. Poor little wretch! That deal’st
With storms; till heaven smiles, and the monster
Is driv’n yelling to his caves beneath mount Hecla.

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