 | The Unknown Madonna and Other Poems |  |
41
“BRUMA RECURRIT INERS.”
The clouds roll down the forest
And almost meet the plain,
One snowy peak, the hoarest,
O'er-tops the clouds again,
The brooks are babbling louder,
The stream is swelling prouder,
For many days of rain.
And almost meet the plain,
One snowy peak, the hoarest,
O'er-tops the clouds again,
The brooks are babbling louder,
The stream is swelling prouder,
For many days of rain.
The belfry in the village
Rings with a muffled chime,
The rooks swoop o'er the tillage,
You see it's autumn time;
All things are dead or dying,
And thoughts are turned to sighing,
And will not run in rhyme.
Rings with a muffled chime,
The rooks swoop o'er the tillage,
You see it's autumn time;
All things are dead or dying,
And thoughts are turned to sighing,
And will not run in rhyme.
| The Unknown Madonna and Other Poems | |