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Henry Alford (Генри Элфорд)


Written at Ampton, Suffolk


WELCOME, stern Winter, though thy brows are bound
With no fresh flowers, and ditties none thou hast
But the wild music of the sweeping blast;
Welcome this chilly wind that snatches round
The brown leaves in quaint eddies; we have long
Panted in wearying heat; skies always bright,
And dull return of never-clouded light,
Sort not with hearts that gather food for song.
Rather, dear Winter, I would forth with thee,
Watching thee disattire the earth; and roam
On the bleak heaths that stretch about my home,
Till round the flat horizon I can see
The purple frost-belt; then to fireside-chair,
And sweetest labor of poetic care.



Henry Alford's other poems:
  1. Summit of Skiddaw, July 7, 1838
  2. 1846
  3. August 19, 1830
  4. Wymeswold, April, 1837
  5. I Had the Sweetest Dream but Yesternight


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