Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A SONG FOR NOVEMBER (1), by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY


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A SONG FOR NOVEMBER (1), by                    
First Line: A gray old hag, in cloak and hood
Last Line: Our own, our own!
Alternate Author Name(s): Daly, T. A.
Subject(s): Nature; November; Singing & Singers; Songs


AGRAY old hag, in cloak and hood
Of somber gray,
Gleaning gray twigs and bits of wood
At close of day,
November creeps across the land
Yet magic gifts are in her hand --
Her fagots cold need but a spark
And hearth-stone room,
And warmth of June from out the dark
Will burst to bloom.

Of foster-mothers tenderest,
Close-harboring
Earth's sleeping seeds within her breast
Until the spring,
Let gray November clasp the land.
Yet from her lean but kindly hand
Let us, dear heart, her fagots take,
And on this stone
A warm and cheery June-time make;
Our own, our own!





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