Quote by George Robert Gissing
Honest winter, snow clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; but that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping loom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honor of May -- how often has it robbed me of heart and hope.
Summary
This quote describes the speaker's mixed feelings towards winter. While they can appreciate the honest beauty of a snow-filled winter, they express frustration and disappointment towards the prolonged cold weather that extends into spring. The speaker seems to harbor a sense of betrayal and loss, as they experience a lingering sense of longing and decreased optimism due to the delay of warmer seasons.