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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER EVES, by JAMES ELROY FLECKER Poet's Biography
First Line: November evenings! Damp and still
Last Line: Or the dead men -- november eves?
Subject(s): November
First Line: November evenings! Damp and still
Last Line: Or the dead men -- november eves?
Subject(s): November
November Evenings! Damp and still
They used to cloak Leckhampton hill,
And lie down close on the grey plain,
And dim the dripping window-pane,
And send queer winds like Harlequins
That seized our elms for violins
And struck a note so sharp and low
Even a child could feel the woe.
Now fire chased shadow round the room;
Tables and chairs grew vast in gloom:
We crept about like mice, while Nurse
Sat mending, solemn as a hearse,
And even our unlearned eyes
Half closed with choking memories.
Is it the mist or the dead leaves,
Or the dead men -- November eves?
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