Duncan Campbell Scott (Дункан Кэмпбелл Скотт)

To Winter (Come, O thou season of intense repose)

Come, O thou season of intense repose;
Come with thy lidded eyes and crystal breath;
Come gently with thy soft release of snows;
And bring thy few short months of tender death.

Build a huge tomb within the desert frore,
With green clear chambers in the icy rift,
Carve the sleep rune above the crystal door,
And trench a legend in the pallid drift.

Let the large stars about the horizon lie,
Watching the confines of the world’s great sleep;
Spread the vast province of the purple sky,
With thy wan curtains dropped from deep to deep.

Then hush the stir and bid the movement cease;
Pass gently, leave the tired world in peace.

1. The Lover to His Lass
2. Fragment of an Ode to Canada
3. The Ghost's Story
4. Dream Voyageurs
5. New Year's Night, 1916

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