GAUNT shadows stretch along the hill; Cold clouds drift slowly west; Soft flocks of vagrant snow-flakes fill The redwing's empty nest. By sunken reefs the hoarse sea roars; Above the shelving sands, Like skeletons the sycamores Uplift their wasted hands. The air is full of hints of grief, Strange voices touched with pain -- The pathos of the falling leaf And rustling of the rain. In yonder cottage shines a light, Far-gleaming like a gem -- Not fairer to the Rabbins' sight Was star of Bethlehem! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBERED WOMEN by CARL SANDBURG DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SIBYLLA'S DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN WRITTEN AT AN INN AT HENLEY by WILLIAM SHENSTONE VISIONS OF THE WORLDS VANITIE by EDMUND SPENSER THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE VEERY'S FLUTE by LUCY BRANCH ALLEN |