| Show POEMS WORTH READINGS READING-S Winter Cower I 0 WInter juler ot the Inverted year ue invere Thy 110 sct e hair with sleet like ashes I Thy cheeks breath cnge Upon thy lips thy Frg wJh a beard made whlewlh other snows 1 Than In those clouds or ag thy forehead wrapped A leafless branch thy scepter and thy thrn6 A slidingcar Indebted to sldmg cr Indebe na wheels But way urged by storms along its slippery I love thee 1 unlovely as thou emst And dreaded as thou art Thou holds the sun A prisoner in the yet undlwnlng est Shortening noon hIs journey between morn And hurrying him impatient of his stay Down to the rosy west but kindly still g i his loss with added hours Ot social converse and instructive ease And gathering at short notice ip one group The family dispersed and fixing thought Not car lees dispersed by daylight and Is I crown thee king ot intimate delights Fireside erJoens homebrn happiness happi-ness And rIs he comforts that the lowly rot Ot undisturbed retirement and the hGur Of long uninterrupted evening know No flI wheels stop abort before these gates I Ko powdered pert proficient In the art or sounding an Ilarm assaults thsO doors Till the street rings no stationary teeds rngs statonar Ites Cough the theIr sound owa Knell while heedless of The quake silent circle ran themselves and But hero te needle plies its busy task The flower pattern grows the well depicted Wrought patent Into the snQ lawn Unfolds its bosom buds and lee and sprigs And curling tedrils gracefully disposed Follow the nimble fingers of the lair A wreath that cannot fade of flowers tt fowers that blow With mot success when all beside dec The poets or historians page by one pge I Mad vocal for the amusement ot the rest C The sprightly lyre whose treasure or sweet sounds The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out And the clearvoice Smphonlous yet distinct And in the caring strife triumphant still sti Beie the night and set a keer edge On temale industry the threaded steel Flies swiftly and unfelt the task proceeds A Night in Time of War Edmund Gosse In the Saturday Review The clouds are up to sweep arid tune Tat Inharmonious harp the mon The north indbO9 a harsh bitesoon An old astrologer l might say By signs by portents whirled this way That earth was neanidg her decay All apprehensions stir tonight With tlutenn Issue infinite Conjunctions phantoms famine blight The woodland shakes is aged bones And shrieks beyond in dEeper tore The ceremonial ypres groans I And I a microcosm ot all Quake shuddering underneath the pal f Natures hurringfunernL Ye t1o my skeptic brain rejects My sir chaind causes and effects Tho nene retain their deep defects I And still my hear leaps In my side A liuctuant ark upon its tide I With I throbs du throws unsanctifled I And knows not how to brave thc stir I Ot sounds that beckon and shout to her or sins that couds and winds aver I shall not sleep tonight for dread Ot spectral lights obscurely shed Q About my plumd and shadowy be Faint faint these mitdewd chords that Faint twag cnrs tnt So feebly where the music rang Deep orannote when Home sst Ah strange to find the quiverIng crests Ot longlaid faiths forgotten guests Rise up at mmors dint behests Ah strange to feel the soul resume Its castoff heritage of gloom The savage turing in his tomb Kng Christmas and 3laster New Year 4 So Weir lchel Ii the Century I 1 King christmas sl in his house or Ice 4nd looked acrossthe snow HCllo my little man he cried Now whither dost thou IO I go my Iqrd along thc way That all my kin have cone Where thou my lord shal follow me Before another dawn t Right gah cried the Crsmas King 11 ride tonight with thee The daysofgef th days or joy Are they who ride with me God keep thee memo little manGo man-Go whisper them tot mourn I How surely come agaIn the day When Christ the Lord was bor And be not sad mJ liplenmni But when thou too art old And Per the wintry waste you come anti cold I A wears man ad Right cheerily I pray thee the L r To keep tl gracious tot And leave thy weary burden here I Where cares grow light with Christ Now bid thy slant company Ride onward without fr J For dI the ICing of Christmas Have blessed the glad New Year |
