november - Popular Poems and stories from category

There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep Stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark was
Nought warm where your hand was,

Boll-weevil's coming, and the winter's cold,
Made cotton-stalks look rusty, seasons old,
And cotton, scarce as any southern snow,
Was vanishing; the branch, so pinched and slow,

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;

In time and measure perfect moves All Art whose aim is sure;
Evolving rhyme and stars divine Have rules, and they endure
Nor less the Fleet that warred for Right, And, warring so, prevailed,
In geometric beauty curved, And in an orb...

With loitering step and quiet eye, Beneath the low November sky, I wandered in the woods, and found A clearing, where the broken ground Was scattered with black stumps and briers, And the old wreck of forest fires
It was a bleak and sandy spo...

As I walk the misty hill All is languid, fogged, and still; Not a note of any bird Nor any motion's hint is heard, Save from soaking thickets round Trickle or water's rushing sound, And from ghostly trees the drip Of runnel dews or whispering slip...

The leafless forests slowly yield To the thick-driving snow
A little while And night shall darken down
In shouting file The woodmen's carts go by me homeward-wheeled, Past the thin fading stubbles, half concealed, Now golden-gray, sowed ...

The vine leaves against the brick walls of my house,
Are rusty and broken
Dead leaves gather under the pine-trees,
The brittle boughs of