November Poetry Corner

The mellow year is hastening to its close;

The little birds have almost sung their last,

Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast-

That shrill-piped harbinger of early snows...

"November"

A sketch by Edith Holden

(1871-1920)

English Artist and Illustrator

The patient beauty of the scentless rose,

Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed,

Hangs a pale mourner for the summer past,

And makes a little summer where it grows:

In the chill sunbeam of the faint, brief day

The dusky waters shudder as they shine;

The russet leaves obstruct the straggling way

Of oozy brooks, which no deep bank define,

And the gaunt woods, in ragged scant array

Wrap their old limbs with sombre ivy-twine.

"November"

Hartley Coleridge

(1796-1849)

English poet and essayist

Eldest son of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

English poet, philosopher, and theologian