Winter

Winter was last in woolly Robes array'd, And bent with feeble Age his hoary Head; Shrunk in himself he wrapt his Garments close, And inly trembled as the Tempest rose. His Length of Beard and deep intended Brow, Were whiten'd o'er with an eternal Snow. Prone to the Earth his bending Back declin'd, And almost froze, he shiver'd in the Wind; Propp'd on a Staff he slowly mov'd along; And round him loud insulting Boreas rung.