 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
NOVEMBER
Ed.Sad mists have hid the sun, the land is forlorn:
The plough is afield, the hunter windeth his horn.
Dame Prudence looketh well to her winter stores,
And many a wise man finds his pleasure indoors.
The plough is afield, the hunter windeth his horn.
Dame Prudence looketh well to her winter stores,
And many a wise man finds his pleasure indoors.
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |