Description
November
The village sleeps in mist from morn till noon
& if the sun wades thro tis wi a face
Beamless & pale & round as if the moon
When done the journey of its nightly race
Had found him sleeping & supplyd his place
For days the shepherds in the fields may be
Nor mark a patch of sky — blind fold they trace
The plains that seem wi out a bush or tree
Wistling aloud by guess to flocks they cannot see
The timid hare seems half its fears to loose
Crouching & sleeping neath its grassy lare
& scarcly startles tho the shepherd goes
Close by its home & dogs are barking there
The wild colt only turns around to stare
At passers bye then naps his hide again
& moody crows beside the road forbeer
To flye tho pelted by the passing swain
Thus day seems turned to night & trys to wake in vain
The Owlet leaves her hiding place at noon
& flaps her grey wings in the doubting light
The hoarse jay screams to see her out so soon
& small birds chirp & startle with affright
Much doth it scare the superstitious wight
Who dreams of sorry luck & sore dismay
While cow boys think the day a dream of night
& oft grow fearful on their lonely way
Who fancy ghosts may wake & leave their graves by day
Product ID: 9781776763542
Sku: 9781776763542
