Classic and Contemporary Poetry
O DULL, COLD NORTHERN SKY, by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Of honourable ways Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour Subject(s): Winter | ||||||||
O dull cold northern sky, O brawling sabbath bells, O feebly twittering Autumn bird that tells The year is like to die! O still, spoiled trees, O city ways, O sun desired in vain, O dread presentiment of coming rain That cloys the sullen days! Thee, heart of mine, I greet. In what hard mountain pass Striv'st thou? In what importunate morass Sink now thy weary feet? Thou run'st a hopeless race To win despair. No crown Awaits success, but leaden gods look down On thee, with evil face. And those that would befriend And cherish thy defeat, With angry welcome shall turn sour the sweet Home-coming of the end. Yea, those that offer praise To idleness, shall yet Insult thee, coming glorious in the sweat Of honourable ways. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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