Jove descends in sleet and snow, Howls the vexed and angry deep; Every storm forgets to flow, Bound in winter's icy sleep, Ocean wave and forest hoar To the blast responsive roar.
Drive the tempest from your door, Blaze on blaze your hearthstone piling, And unmeasured goblets pour Brimful, high with nectar smiling. Then, beneath your poet's head Be a downy pillow spread.
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