LOL. I told you some years back I quite liked "Atlas Shrugged" apart from Galt's dreadful improbable monologue at the end.

But here's one for you:

The abode of the nightingale is bare,
Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air,
The fox howls from his frozen lair:
Alas, my loved one is gone,
I am alone:
It is winter.

Once the pink cast a winy smell,
The wild bee hung in the hyacinth bell,
Light in effulgence of beauty fell:
I am alone:
It is winter.

My candle a silent fire doth shed,
Starry Orion hunts o'erhead;
Come moth, come shadow, the world is dead:
Alas, my loved one is gone,
I am alone;
It is winter.

FWIW I arrived back in NZ on Monday after 3 weeks in frozen climes. And now it is Summer. ;-)