Cold Song

Every year I buy a new Christmas CD at Starbucks. I bought one already this year because their really good ones always sell out early. this one caught my eye because it is a collection of songs, mostly old or even ancient, about Christmas and winter. Sting put it together. I like it a lot, because the songs are interesting,some I was familiar with(Lo,How a Rose, The Angel Gabriel...) and lots that I haven't heard before. I've written before about how I collect John Dryden quotes, since I am a Dryden myself. Well, there's a poem of his that was put to music(Henry Purcell) on the CD, which is the most depressing winter poem ever. It's called Cold Song, and it's more or less how I feel in the morning at 6:45 in February as I head to work to snowblow when it's - 30 or so. Here it is:
What power art thou who from below
hast made me rise unwillingly and slow
from beds of everlasting snow?

See'st thou not how stiff,how stiff and wondrous old,
Far,far unfit to bear the bitter cold?
I can scarcely move or draw my breath;
Let me,let me, freeze again to death.