Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

Before Winter

The day is gone of the sun and the swallow
And the glory on the trees:
Before the gale the length of the pave
The dry old corpse of a plane-leaf flees,
And its step is harsh and hollow
As it chatters into its grave.

The shivering dawn now hides and slouches
Long in the cover of dark,
Till up the sky, like a murderer pale,
He drags at last a dull red mark,
And the hound of the grey wind crouches
And pants on his rusty trail.

1. Three Miles to Penn
2. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
3. Two Choruses from “Merlin in Broceliande”
4. Sonnets. 14. Now I have love again and life again
5. “Colin Clout, Come Home again!”

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