From Mercy's book of poem and stories16 December, 1691
Icy blast of Winter's breath
Furious, bold, unwelcome Guest
Slips inside despite the shutters
Flecks of ice, her raucous Brothers
Alight on hearth to melt and glisten
Watch them now. Stop and listen
Winter noticed has but one voice
When she whispers we hear no noise
When gentle flakes kiss the ground
No homage is paid; She makes no sound
Only when she wails a greeting
Is interest gained; a desperate meeting.
~ Mercy Hayworth
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