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First Line: From the night storm sad wakes the winter day
Last Line: And sharded pots and rusty curry-combs.
Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund
Subject(s): England; Landscape; English


FROM the night storm sad wakes the winter day
With sobbings round the yew, and far-off surge
Of broadcast rain; the old house cries dismay,
And rising floods gleam silver on the verge
Of sackclothed skies and cold unfruited grounds.
On the black hop-pole beats the weazen bine,
The rooks with terror's tumult take their rounds,
Under the eaves the chattering sparrows pine.

Waked by the bald light from his bed of straw,
The beggar shudders out to steal and gnaw
Sheep's locusts: leaves the last of many homes --
Where mouldered apples and black shoddy lie,
Hop-shovels spluttered, wickered flasks flung by,
And sharded pots and rusty curry-combs.





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