THAN these November skies Is no sky lovelier. The clouds are deep; Into their gray the subtle spies Of colour creep, Changing that high austerity to delight, Till even the leaden interfolds are bright. And, where the cloud breaks, faint far azure peers Ere a thin flushing cloud again Shuts up that loveliness, or shares. The huge great clouds move slowly, gently, as Reluctant the quick sun should shine in vain, Holding in bright caprice their rain. And when of colours none, Not rose, nor amber, nor the scarce late green, Is truly seen,— In all the myriad gray, In silver height and dusky deep, remain The loveliest, Faint purple flushes of the unvanquished sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN TARGE by WILLIAM DUNBAR THE LOST WAR-SLOOP by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR PAN IN WALL STREET by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN POPULARITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON A COURTESAN'S BIRTHDAY by ROBERT AVRETT SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 6. LOVE'S DESPAIR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |