New Occidental Poetry

Of the Thulean Vedas

When the winter wonder comes
I stand outside in silent joy

Imagining days of yore
When man saw first snow

His heart would rise upon
Sight of white, for

All the work is now done
Boreas unleashes his cold winds

But we are bundled up and warm
Hay dry and ready

In
Cold short days we work and play
Later
Retreating into Candles glow

Long nights stand vanquished
As tales are woven amidst the stars

-Arthur Powell

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