Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTOBER, 1865, by JANET HAMILTON Poet's Biography First Line: As by the deathbed of an aged saint Last Line: Her sleepers in the dustto die no more. Alternate Author Name(s): Hamilton, Janet Thompson Subject(s): Nature; October; Serenity | ||||||||
As by the deathbed of an aged saint, Whose pallid lips emit no moaning plaint, On whose calm brow the light of heaven is shed, Eternal peace begun ere life has fled Even so I stand and gaze with moistened eyes On the calm glories of the autumn skies, The breathless quiet, "the rapture of repose" That o'er the dying form of Nature throws A magic halo, a soul-trancing spell, A powerful charm to soothe, perchance dispel The lowering clouds of care.I walk abroad And, musing, stray along the silent road, Or by the margin of the moaning stream, Whose mournful music aids the poet's dream A dream of bliss and peace, serene and sober The dream, the bliss, the peace are thine, October: Thine the sear leafage of the rifled woods, The fading hue of pastoral solitudes; Thy groves are silentthere the cushat dove No more in amorous cooings tells her love, And save red-robin of the noiseless wing, And short, shrill lay, we hear no warbler sing; Beneath the beech the mast lies ripe and brown, The ripen'd acorns patter thickly down. Fast in their jagged husks the chestnuts fall; Far in the hazel copse I hear the call Of merry nutters beating down the spoil, Their kernel treasures, meed of pleasant toil. Where now the flowers? decayed, discoloured, dead. Still here and there the daisy rears her head, All blanched and tearful, as if sadly weeping The death of kindred in the dank sod sleeping. Oh, close thy weary lids, dim "Eye of day," Till Spring shall wake and raise thee from the clay; For thou shalt wake again, again shalt rise To gaze again upon the summer skies, To drink the dew, and feel the brushing wing Of early lark ere yet he mounts to sing. And I, like thee, lone floweret, must decay Must soon be laid to sleep with kindred clay, Till Time shall be no more, and earth and sky, With all they hold, in flaming ruins lie; Then death itself shall die, and earth restore Her sleepers in the dustto die no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER IN THE CATSKILLS by JOHN BURROUGHS THE WEST by PEARL V. DODDRIDGE NIGHT MOOD by DOROTHY WHITEHEAD HOUGH QUIET POWER by FREDERIC ROWLAND MARVIN AN EVENING SKETCH by DAVID MACBETH MOIR HOME RULE by THOMAS STURGE MOORE A BALLAD FOUNDED ON A REAL INCIDENT WHICH OCCURED IN HIGH LIFE by JANET HAMILTON |
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