| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | To November | | By Charles Lloyd (1775–1839) |
| | | DISMAL 1 November! me it soothes to view, | |
| At parting day, the scanty foliage fall | |
| From the wet fruit-tree; or the gray stone-wall, | |
| Whose cold films glisten with unwholesome dew; | |
| To watch the yellow mists from the dank earth | 5 |
| Enfold the neighboring copse; while, as they pass, | |
| The silent rain-drops bend the long rank grass, | |
| Which wraps some blossom’s unmaturéd birth. | |
| And through my cot’s lone lattice, glimmering gray, | |
| The damp, chill evenings have a charm for me, | 10 |
| Dismal November! for strange vacancy | |
| Summoneth then my very heart away! | |
| Till from mist-hidden spire comes the slow knell, | |
| And says, that in the still air Death doth dwell! | |
| | | Note 1. “Nugæ Canoræ. Poems by Charles Lloyd, Author of ‘Edmund Oliver,’ ‘Isabel,’ and translator of Alfieri.” [back] | | |
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