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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WINTER DAYS, by HENRY ABBEY Poet's Biography First Line: Now comes the graybeard of the north Last Line: De rohan staked a name to gain. Subject(s): Nature; Winter | |||
NOW comes the graybeard of the north: The forests bare their rugged breasts To every wind that wanders forth, And, in their arms, the lonely nests That housed the birdlings months ago Are egged with flakes of drifted snow. No more the robin pipes his lay To greet the flushed advance of morn; He sings in valleys far away; His heart is with the south to-day; He cannot shrill among the corn: For all the hay and corn are down And garnered; and the withered leaf, Against the branches bare and brown, Rattles; and all the days are brief. An icy hand is on the land; The cloudy sky is sad and gray; But through the misty sorrow streams, Outspreading wide, a golden ray. And on the brook that cuts the plain A diamond wonder is aglow, Fairer than that which, long ago, De Rohan staked a name to gain. | 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 |
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