O Winter! Wilt thou never, never go? / David Gray

XXII

O Winter! Wilt thou never, never go?
    O Summer! but I weary for thy coming;
Longing once more to hear the Luggie flow,
    And frugal bees laboriously humming.
Now, the east wind diseases the infirm,
    And I must crouch in corners from rough weather.
Sometimes a winter sunset is a charm —
    When the fired clouds, compacted, blaze together,
And the large sun dips, red, behind the hills.
    I, from my window, can behold this pleasure;
And the eternal moon, what time she fills
    Her orb with argent, treading a soft measure,
With queenly motion of a bridal mood,
Through the white spaces of infinitude.

~~
David Gray (1838-1861)
from In the Shadows, 1920

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide] 

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Alexander Baidukov, Winter sunset over the North Coast, 2021.

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