The point of view (some talks and disputations) By Emily Lawless |
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A REMONSTRANCE
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A REMONSTRANCE
(SONNET)
Why reckon thus the years between us twain,
For what is Autumn when its leaves are brown,
And brutal winds lay bare the shivering plain,
Nipping all harvests with their deadly frown?
For what is Autumn when its leaves are brown,
And brutal winds lay bare the shivering plain,
Nipping all harvests with their deadly frown?
Or what is Winter, when no flake of snow
Has touched the least leaf of one budding spray,
In happy climes where Summers never go,
But starlit night succeeds to laughing day;
Has touched the least leaf of one budding spray,
In happy climes where Summers never go,
But starlit night succeeds to laughing day;
When not one leaf in all the forest fades,
And dull December breathes of odorous June,
And flitting birds pipe through the soft green glades,
And every streamlet sings its old sweet tune?
Autumn is Winter when its days are chill,
But Winter without frosts is Summer still.
And dull December breathes of odorous June,
And flitting birds pipe through the soft green glades,
And every streamlet sings its old sweet tune?
Autumn is Winter when its days are chill,
But Winter without frosts is Summer still.
September 1892
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