King Winter asked to vacate the premises
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From a lovely (if flowery-scented) little volume of mine called “A Victorian Posy,” this seasonally-appropriate poem:
King Winter sat in his hall one day,
And he said to himself, said he,
“I must admit I’ve had some fun,
I’ve chilled the earth and cooled the sun,
And not a flower or tree
But wishes that my reign were done,
And as long as time and tide shall run,
I’ll go on making everyone
As cold as cold can be.”
There came a knock at the outer door:
“Who’s there?” King Winter cried
“Open your palace gate,” said Spring
“For you can reign no more as king,
Nor longer here abide;
This message from the sun I bring,
‘The trees are green, the birds do sing;
The hills with joy are echoing’
So pray, sir — step outside!”– Hugh Chesterton, 19th c.
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- Late winter, early spring
- And winter makes that sloooow right turn
- Good King Wenceslas — Byz version
- Kong not king
- O Heavenly King …
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Oh, that is fun! Thanks very much. I won’t mind if King Winter leaves, as long as he doesn’t take the rain with him.