Freezing winter night, what glories do I owe?
To sing for your beauty and your galore,
You arrive so savage and beastly
At no fault of your own
For I would come the same
If ever I was greeted by woe.
But not I!
I shall sing joy for your name
Even though your arrival is bitter
What you bring is sweet nectar for my soul!
A crackling fire and burning pine,
My hearth a glow with tales of old
Oh freezing winter storm, what glories do I owe?
You do not yet know
The jubilation you will bestow!
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