Well-tuned.

Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours,
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o'erflow with wine;
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall wait on honey love,
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
Sleep's leaden spells remove.

This time doth well dispense
With lovers' long discourse;
Much speech hath some defence,
Though beauty no remorse.
All do not all things well;
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted riddles tell,
Some poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
They shorten tedious nights.

Thomas Campion

Remove.

Chapman, Mescalero Apache Camp in Winter, New Mexico, 1923

Now winter nights enlarge

This number of their hours;

And clouds their storms discharge

Upon the airy towers.

Let now the chimneys blaze

And cups o’erflow with wine,

Let well-tuned words amaze

With harmony divine.

Now yellow waxen lights 

Shall wait on honey love

While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights 

Sleep’s leaden spells remove.

Thomas Campion

Shorten.

Chagall, Bouquet by the Window, 1960

Now winter nights enlarge 

The number of their hours; 

And clouds their storms discharge 

Upon the airy towers. 

Let now the chimneys blaze 

And cups o’erflow with wine, 

Let well-turned words amaze 

With harmony divine. 

Now yellow waxen lights 

Shall wait on honey love 

While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights 

Sleep’s leaden spells remove. 

This time doth well dispense 

With lovers’ long discourse; 

Much speech hath some defense, 

Though beauty no remorse. 

All do not all things well; 

Some measures comely tread, 

Some knotted riddles tell, 

Some poems smoothly read. 

The summer hath his joys, 

And winter his delights; 

Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, 

They shorten tedious nights.

Thomas Campion