Poems (Allen)/November
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For works with similar titles, see November.
HE drifting clouds are dark and drear,
The blossoms die of cold and fear,
The wild wind mourns the fading year,
And winter threatens near.
NOVEMBER.
HE drifting clouds are dark and drear, The blossoms die of cold and fear,
The wild wind mourns the fading year,
And winter threatens near.
O love, our sky is overcast,
Our sweet hopes fall before the blast,
The future darkens, dim and vast,
And life is wearing fast.
Our sweet hopes fall before the blast,
The future darkens, dim and vast,
And life is wearing fast.
Yet sunshine brightens after rain,
The darkness comes and goes again,
So solace follows bitter pain,
As seasons wax and wane.
The darkness comes and goes again,
So solace follows bitter pain,
As seasons wax and wane.
Then clasp my hand with closer hold,
True hearts are never unconsoled,—
They fear not care, nor cloud, nor cold,
And smile at growing old!
True hearts are never unconsoled,—
They fear not care, nor cloud, nor cold,
And smile at growing old!