As it is winter and as cold comes on,

Gather the thoughts you most feared for.

Brighten the book's words to read in

Of spring the winter is working hard for.

Now is the time to look to beasts

Of all the kinds, and bring them in.

Now, book says, from winter at its worst,

Before the best of them is gone.

The old book says, As cold comes on,

Bury the young trees, bring in the barrow,

Heart says, Before the years are gone,

Do one thing for praise tomorrow.

And book well says what the heart knew,

Oh long ago, and from another autumn -

Look to the doors that they fit true,

And house some summer in for sometime.

Repair the dulled blade that cut the tree.

Restore the cut tree's full foliage.

Call back all green that was and was to be.

Add something to knowledge.

As if you could. But still book says

That if you would you might yet store up love,

Might keep and care and warm and use

All springs that you have need and news of.