The hay has long been built into the stack And now the grain; anon the hunter's moon Shall wax and wane in cooler skies, and soon Again re-orbed, speed on her wonted track, To spend her snowy light upon the rack Of dark November, while her brother Sun Shall get up later for his eight-hours' run In that cold section of the Zodiac: Far from the Lion, from the Virgin far! Then onward through the last dim month shall go The two great lights, to where the kalendar Splits the mid-winter; and the feathery snow Ushering another spring, with falling flakes Shall nurse the soil for next year's scythes and rakes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MADAME DE SEVIGNE by MATHIEU DE MONTREUIL THE FIRST BOOK OF URIZEN by WILLIAM BLAKE RIZPAH by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TANNHAUSER; OR, THE BATTLE OF THE BARDS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EPISTLE TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRY (1) by ROBERT BURNS SUB DIVO by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE |