Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Томас Бейли Олдрич)

No Songs in Winter

The sky is gray as gray may be,
There is no bird upon the bough,
There is no leaf on vine or tree.

In the Neponset marshes now
Willow-stems, rosy in the wind,
Shiver with hidden sense of snow.

So too 't is winter in my mind,
No light-winged fancy comes and stays:
A season churlish and unkind.

Slow creep the hours, slow creep the days,
The black ink crusts upon the pen—
Just wait till bluebirds, wrens, and jays
And golden orioles come again!

1. The Undiscovered Country
2. Sweetheart, Sigh No More
3. Hesperides
4. Like Crusoe, Walking by the Lonely Strand
5. At the Funeral of a Minor Poet

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