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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DECEMBER, by LUMAN R. BOWDISH First Line: Keen is the clear deep vault of night Last Line: Boreas molds the sullen storm. Subject(s): December; Frost; Nature; Storms | |||
Keen is the clear deep vault of night, Far aslant at noon hangs dull the sun; From an avenging shadow sprite The daylight nymphs seem forced to run. Tense frost the brooks of the mountain hold, The valley is smothered, enshrouded the lake; Wild blares the wind from Northern Pole, Warning winged stragglers the marsh to forsake For a sunnier clime. In tones of awe The shrill night voices carnival keep With the pale moon. Now Nature will draw Slumber robes hastily 'bout her form, And while she yields to the angel Sleep, Boreas molds the sullen storm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THERE IS A SOLEMN WIND TONIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEWEY AND DANCER by JOSEPHINE MILES MICHAEL IS AFRAID OF THE STORM by GWENDOLYN BROOKS BREACHING THE ROCK by MADELINE DEFREES THE CLOUDS ABOVE THE OCEAN by STEPHEN DOBYNS OF POLITICS, & ART by NORMAN DUBIE TREMENDOUS WIND AND RAIN by ANSELM HOLLO WHEN LOVE GROWS COLD by LUMAN R. BOWDISH |
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