Poem by William Cullen Bryant

November

Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! 
One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, 
Ere, o’er the frozen earth, the loud winds ran, 
Or snows are sifted o’er the meadows bare. 
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees, 
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast, 
And the blue Gentian flower, that, in the breeze, 
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. 
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee 
Shall murmur by the hedge that skim the way, 
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea, 
And man delight to linger in thy ray. 
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear 
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air.

1. “Blessed Are They That Mourn”
2. Rizpah
3. A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson
4. The Hunter of the Prairies
5. The African Chief

Duncan Scott November ("Above the lifeless pools the mist films swim")

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