In Winter and Storm 
That time of year thou mayst in me behold 
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang 
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, 
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.! 
Again, in a song from which I have just 
quoted, a graphic picture of winter shows 
the changed aspect of the birds at that 
season : 
When all aloud the wind doth blow, 
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw, 
And birds sit brooding in the snow, 
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw.? 
Or we are presented with a storm in 
which we see 
A flight of fowl 
Scattered by winds and high tempestuous gusts.° 
In many passages, to some of which I 
shall presently allude, the poet heightens 
the gloom of night by allusion to the 
nocturnal birds which screech or moan in 
the dark, or he lightens its eeriness with 
the pensive melody of the nightingale. 
1 Sonnet, Ixxiii. * Love’s Labour's Lost, v. ii. 908. 
3 Titus Andronicus, Vv. ili. 68. 
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