The Song-sparrow in November
Alone, forlorn, blown down autummal hills,
Floats sweetly solemn, fond and low,
One mournful-noted song that fills
The twilight, lonely grown with snow.
O shower of sound that more than Music seems,
O song that some vague sadness of farewell
Leaves crowned and warm with tears! — must all our dreams
Of deepest Beauty thus with Sorrow dwell?
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Arthur Stringer (1874-1950)
from The Woman in the rain, and other poems, 1907
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
Arthur Stringer biography
Rhododendrites, White-Throated Sparrow in Prospect Part, November 2020.
I love sparrows and am concerned for them throughout the long cold winter that they endure, often cheerily, surprisingly, inspiring. I appreciate that this poem by Arthur Stringer has a slight varied meter (unless somehow I am wrong; still learning), as having to attend to a strict meter can get in the way of creativity. Poetry benefits from nuance. 💟💟💟💟💟💟
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