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Christopher Pearse Cranch (Кристофер Пирс Крэнч)


December


NO more the scarlet maples flash and burn
    Their beacon-fires from hilltop and from plain; 
The meadow-grasses and the woodland fern
    In the bleak woods lie withered once again.

The trees stand bare, and bare each stony scar
    Upon the cliffs; half frozen glide the rills; 
The steel-blue river like a scimitar
    Lies cold and curved between the dusky hills.

Over the upland farm I take my walk,
    And miss the flaunting flocks of golden-rod; 
Each autumn flower a dry and leafless stalk,
    Each Mossy field a track of frozen sod.

I hear no more the bobin's summer song
    Through the gray network of the wintry woods; 
Only the cawing crows that all day long
    Clamor about the windy solitudes.

Like agate stones upon earth's frozen breast,
    The little pools of ice lie round and still; 
While sullen clouds shut downward east and west
    In marble ridges stretched from hill to hill.

Come once again, O southern wind,--once more
    Come with they wet wings flapping at my pane; 
Ere snow-drifts pile their mounds about my door,
    One parting dream of summer bring again.

Ah, no! I hear the windows rattle fast;
    I see the first flakes of the gathering snow, 
That dance and whirl before the northern blast.
    No countermand the march of days can know.

December drops no weak, relenting tear,
    By our fond summer sympathies ensnared; 
Nor from the perfect circle of the year
    Can even winter's crystal gems be spared. 



Christopher Pearse Cranch's other poems:
  1. A Word to Philosophers
  2. The Pines and the Sea
  3. Sonnet 39. Bayard Taylor
  4. In the Forest of Fontainebleau
  5. Sonnet 16. The Microscope


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • John Payne (Джон Пейн) December ("THE roofs are dreary with the drifted rime")
  • Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) December ("Upon December's windy portico")
  • Ina Coolbrith (Ина Кулбрит) December ("Now the Summer all is over!")

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