Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

Before Winter

The day is gone of the sun and the swallow
And the glory on the trees:
Before the gale the length of the pave
The dry old corpse of a plane-leaf flees,
And its step is harsh and hollow
As it chatters into its grave.

The shivering dawn now hides and slouches
Long in the cover of dark,
Till up the sky, like a murderer pale,
He drags at last a dull red mark,
And the hound of the grey wind crouches
And pants on his rusty trail.

1. Sonnets. 9. Love Needs not Two the Render It Complete
2. Apollo in Pherae
3. Sonnets. 16. O lovely life, how you have worn me out
4. Solitary
5. Dream-Songs for the Belovèd

Edith Nesbit Before Winter ("THE wind is crying in the night")

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