Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"'The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,'
 The joyless winter day
 Let others fear, to me more dear
 Than all the pride of May:
 The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,
 My griefs it seems to join;
 The leafless trees my fancy please,
 Their fate resembles mine!"
  -- from "Winter, A Dirge" by Robert Burns (b. 1759-01-25, d. 1796-07-21)