Lines

Dublin Core

Title

Lines

Description

I.
O COLDLY gleams the setting sun,

And the dews of eve are chill;

The flood is in the valley,

And the mist upon the hill.

November's blast comes sweeping

Through the forest lone and sere -

And the waning year goes creeping,

To her cold and wintry bier.

II.
What matter. Spring is coming,

In a path bestrewn with flowers;

And joyous summer follows,

With the laughing, rosy hours;

And warm again will beam the sun,

And gently breathe the wind -

But when comes spring or summer

To the winter of the mind?

III.
When the glow of life has faded,

And comes on the ague-chill -

And the spirit's spring is broken,

That mock'd each petty ill;

And the world's cold ways are round us -

And Hope no longer cheers -

And fond, bright dreams lie buried

In the ashes of past years.

IV.
Why what remains? To bear our fate

And breast the downward tide; -

And quell each weak and foolish plaint,

And patiently abide

Our earthly doom; and firmly keep

The spirit free from stain -

And calmly walk in duty's path -

We will not walk in vain:

V.
For partial gleams of gladness

Will yet come, as of yore; -

And mirth leap up from sadness,

Though joy returns no more!

And temperate autumn's soothing thoughts

Will gently round us wind -

But ne'er come spring or summer

To the winter of the mind.

Creator

William Cox

Source

1:19, p. 4

Date

1837.05.13

Citation

William Cox, “Lines,” Periodical Poets, accessed February 24, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/205.

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