Winter is good — his Hoar Delights

Winter is good — his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World –

Generic as a Quarry
And hearty — as a Rose –
Invited with Asperity
But welcome when he goes.

This poem was written/submitted by Emily Dickinson.


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