Northwestern Crow
Elva H. Paulsen
Elva H. Paulsen
There was never a leaf on bush or tree,
The bare boughs rattled shudderingly;
The river was dumb and could not speak,
For the weaver Winter its shroud had spun;
January Holme Wood Lane
An oil painting by Tom Wormell
A single crow on the tree-top bleak
From his shining feathers shed off the cold sun;
Again it was morning, but shrunk and cold,
As if her veins were sapless and old,
And she rose up decrepitly
For a last dim look at earth and sea.
"January"
James Russell Lowell
(1819-1891)
American Romantic poet
"January"
James Russell Lowell
(1819-1891)
American Romantic poet
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