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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER DAWN, by JOHN FREEMAN Poet's Biography
First Line: A bird called-called
Last Line: Dead endymion.
Subject(s): Dawn; Nature; November; Sunrise
First Line: A bird called-called
Last Line: Dead endymion.
Subject(s): Dawn; Nature; November; Sunrise
A BIRD called—called—
Then briefly hushed.
Swift mounting the sky
Morning flushed,
And shadows, blanching,
Westward rushed.
Lovelier hue
Was never seen—
Not the sunny starling
In gilded sheen,
Nor gliding kingfisher's
Gold and green;
Nor the wild apple
Paling as it shakes,
Nor shining water
That the image takes
Of thorn and lilac
And a new thicket makes.
Nothing so sweet,
Nothing so swift.
Dies the flush in the east,
And shadows drift
Slowly round;
And Morn's gray eyes lift
To that frore height
Now harsh and wan
With Winter's breath,
Where the Moon sleeps on
In smiling dream of
Dead Endymion.
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