Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NOVEMBER, by ROYALL TYLER


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First Line: Come old november, since again
Last Line: To-morrow sees him swept away.
Alternate Author Name(s): Old Simon; S.
Subject(s): Mortality; November


COME old November, since again
We meet upon a withered plain,
Give me thy hand -- I'll not repine,
Perhaps thy influence is divine.

Yet such thy rude and wild career,
Such are thy ruins of the year:
I'd almost stoop and bless the hour,
To see the[e] robbed of so much power.

A few days past the fields were green,
And every beauty might be seen;
The flower and vine ambitious vied,
In charms of youth and summer's pride:
The woods and fields were gaily dressed,
And musick soothed the mind to rest.

But now, alas! the scene is changed,
And nature almost seems deranged.
In throwing round thy frosty spear,
The vine and leaves, the grass and ear;
The woods, and plains, and village green,
Reflect a dull and blighted sheen.

Thus early summer's blossoms fade --
Thus the bower, and thus the shade --
The songsters of the woods are still,
No longer echo to the rill --
And such is man -- his prime today,
To-morrow sees him swept away.





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