“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
– William Blake
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man’s ingratitude.
– William Shakespeare