I cannot but remember When the year grows old -- October -- November -- How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the swallows Go down across the sky, And turn from the window With a little sharp sigh. And often when the brown leaves Were brittle on the ground, And the wind in the chimney Made a melancholy sound, She had a look about her That I wish I could forget -- The look of a scared thing Sitting in a net! Oh, beautiful at nightfall The soft spitting snow! And beautiful the bare boughs Rubbing to and fro! But the roaring of the fire, And the warmth of fur, And the boiling of the kettle Were beautiful to her! I cannot but remember When the year grows old -- October -- November -- How she disliked the cold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO TREES IN KATHMANDU by KAREN SWENSON ALICE IN WONDERLAND: THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE by WALT WHITMAN THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE LAMB by AESOP |