To welcome the procession of the flowers, I flood the rivers and their banks efface,Īnd drown the farms and hamlets with my rains. I Martius am! Once first, and now the third!Īnd set there Janus with the double face. Without a dirge, I cleanse from every stain. My brow is crowned with branches of the pine īefore my chariot-wheels the fishes glide.īy me the souls of men washed white again Į'en the unlovely tombs of those who died I wash the sands and headlands with my tide My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men. My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen
I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow The years that through my portals come and go.
It's positively full of allusions to mythology and the Classical world and seems appropriate for the upcoming winter holidays. I came across this poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow recently and thought that others might enjoy it.
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