GAUNT shadows stretch along the hill; Cold clouds drift slowly west; Soft flocks of vagrant snow-flakes fill The redwing's empty nest. By sunken reefs the hoarse sea roars; Above the shelving sands, Like skeletons the sycamores Uplift their wasted hands. The air is full of hints of grief, Strange voices touched with pain -- The pathos of the falling leaf And rustling of the rain. In yonder cottage shines a light, Far-gleaming like a gem -- Not fairer to the Rabbins' sight Was star of Bethlehem! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN A LIBRARY by EMILY DICKINSON MY MADONNA by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE A NEW BIRTH by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG KNOWLEDGE AFTER DEATH by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |