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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A YEAR'S CAROLS: NOVEMBER, by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Hail, soft november, though thy pale
Last Line: How fair thy faint wan face may be.
Subject(s): Grief; November; Seasons; Sorrow; Sadness
First Line: Hail, soft november, though thy pale
Last Line: How fair thy faint wan face may be.
Subject(s): Grief; November; Seasons; Sorrow; Sadness
Hail, soft November, though thy pale
Sad smile rebuke the words that hail
Thy sorrow with no sorrowing words
Or gratulate thy grief with song
Less bitter than the winds that wrong
Thy withering woodlands, where the birds
Keep hardly heart to sing or see
How fair thy faint wan face may be.
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