from The Poetical Calendar
November
Who has not felt upon a Summer's day,
When Nature trick'd herself in all her bloom,
That this fair world did seem too blest a home
For man, sin's willing slave, death's lawful prey?
It was a summer thought, and pass'd away
When bright things fled: now, by November's gloom
Unparadised, Earth seems to share his doom,
And his sad lapse reflect in her decay.
All life seems dead! Methinks, the very blast
Lacks the redeeming grandeur, the wild sweep,
Of Winter's ruthless tempest, which lays waste
The hoary forest, and doth rouse from sleep
Nature's mute energies, till earth, sea, sky,
Yield to its challenge fierce, as fierce reply.
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Rebecca Hey (1797-1867)
from Recollections of the Lakes, and other poems, 1841
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
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