| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | III. To Winter | | By Edmund Peel |
| | | THOU of the snowy vest and frosted hair, | |
| With icicles down-hanging, Winter, hail! | |
| Never be mine against a power to rail | |
| Ancient as Night! to deem thee void and bare, | |
| Cousin of Death, twin-brother of Despair! | 5 |
| Rather shall praises in my song prevail, | |
| Praises of Him who gives us to inhale | |
| The freshness of the uninfected air. | |
| So long as I behold the clear blue sky, | |
| The carol of the robin-redbreast hear, | 10 |
| And o’er the frozen waters seem to fly; | |
| Or, softly cushioned, while the fire burns clear, | |
| Bask in the light of a beloved eye, | |
| So long, O Winter! to my soul be dear. | | | | |
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