Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

[A forecast of 5 cm of snow in mid February oughtn't faze^[1] me, but the contrast between that predicted for today and 17 °C / 63 °F / 290 K weather yesterday, makes me think this might be a good day for this poem.]

"Go, Winter!", by James Whitcomb Riley^[2] (b. 1849-10-07, d. 1916-07-22):

Go, Winter! Go thy ways! We want again
 The twitter of the bluebird and the wren;
 Leaves ever greener growing, and the shine
 Of Summer's sun--not thine.--

Thy sun, which mocks our need of warmth and love
 And all the heartening fervencies thereof,
 It scarce hath heat enow to warm our thin
 Pathetic yearnings in.

So get thee from us! We are cold, God wot,
 Even as _thou_ art.--We remember not
 How blithe we hailed thy coming.--That was O
 Too long--too long ago!

Get from us utterly! Ho! Summer then
 Shall spread her grasses where thy snows have been,
 And thy last icy footprint melt and mold
 In her first marigold.

[1] Wow, I use the (etymologically unrelated) homophone 'phase' so much more often, that 'faze' has begun to look wrong.

[2] If that name rings a bell but you can't quite place him, you may be more familiar with one of his more famous poems, "Little Orphant Annie" (aka "The Elf Child"), or the song "Short'nin' Bread" (properly, "A Short'nin' Bread Song -- Pieced Out") which most folks know some version of, usually with the chorus changed. (alternate source: Google Books)