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 sweepingThrough 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 summerTo 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 buriedIn 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 keepThe 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 thoughtsWill gently round us wind -
But ne'er come spring or summerTo the winter of the mind.
Creator
William Cox
Source
1:19, p. 4
Date
1837.05.13
Collection
Citation
William Cox, “Lines,” Periodical Poets, accessed July 27, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/205.
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