A winter’s tail may yet in spring
Be seen upon the wall
But mare’s tail found agathering
Where roses should be, all

The cold icicles of winter
have done their work in stone
Whilst rootlets in the earth prepared
to make their presence known

And we have felt the icy blast
With rain upon the head
But hearts with pleasant thoughts were warmed
And nothings only said.

Now to this day, as long ago,
We quickly do repair
Another year, the old doth wane,
Refresh you with due care!