Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ON AN AUTUMN SKETCH OF H.G. WILD, by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL


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First Line: Thanks to the artist, ever on my wall
Last Line: Even with a cloud whose light were yet to lose!
Subject(s): Friendship; Portraits


THANKS to the artist, ever on my wall
The sunset stays: that hill in glory rolled,
Those trees and clouds in crimson and in gold,
Burn on, nor cool when evening's shadows fall.
Not round these splendors Midnight wraps her pall;
These leaves the flush of Autumn's vintage hold
In Winter's spite, nor can the Northwind bold
Deface my chapel's western window small:
On one, ah me! October struck his frost,
But not repaid him with those Tyrian hues;
His naked boughs but tell him what is lost,
And parting comforts of the sun refuse:
His heaven is bare, — ah, were its hollow crost
Even with a cloud whose light were yet to lose!





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