Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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ODE TO WINTER. |
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ODE TO WINTER.
Dread winter, thou com'st in thy rage,
Thy harbinger whirlwind appears;
Thou art old, but not weak in thine age,
Nor art thou bowed down with thine years.
Thy harbinger whirlwind appears;
Thou art old, but not weak in thine age,
Nor art thou bowed down with thine years.
From whence is thy power, mighty king?
Whence camest? and where dost thou stay
In the summer and bright budding spring,
Whose flowers thou hast withered away?
Whence camest? and where dost thou stay
In the summer and bright budding spring,
Whose flowers thou hast withered away?
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Thou raisest the winds in the sky,
Thou wakest the storms on the deep,
The navies which sink 'neath thine eye
Never maketh that stern eye to weep.
Thou wakest the storms on the deep,
The navies which sink 'neath thine eye
Never maketh that stern eye to weep.
I'm sad when I think of thee still,
For thy white locks are covered with sleet,
Around thee the wind bloweth chill,
The cold drifting snow's at thy feet.
For thy white locks are covered with sleet,
Around thee the wind bloweth chill,
The cold drifting snow's at thy feet.
Why wreak'st thou thy vengeance on man?
Why wage so unequal a strife?
Dost not know that his life is a span?
In that span is the winter of life!
Why wage so unequal a strife?
Dost not know that his life is a span?
In that span is the winter of life!
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