Tasha's Poem?

Succeeding times a silver age behold,
Excelling brass, but more excell'd by gold.
Then summer, autumn, winter, did appear,
And spring was but a season of the year;
The sun his annual course obliquely made,
Good days contracted, and enlarg'd the bad.
The air with sultry heats began to glow,
The wings of winds were clogg'd with ice and snow;
And shivering mortals into houses driv'n,
Sought shelter from th' inclemency of Heav'n.
Those houses, then, were caves or homely sheds,
With twining oziers fenc'd, and moss their beds.
Then ploughs, for seed, the fuitful furrows broke,
And oxen labour'd first beneath the yoke.