In NovemberBy Archibald Lampman

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In NovemberBy Archibald Lampman

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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-grey, sowed softly through with snow Where the last ploughman follows still his row Turning black furrows through the whitening field Far off the village lamps begin to gleam Fast drives the snow, and no man comes this way; The hills grow wintery white, and bleak winds moan About the naked uplands. I alone Am nеither sad, nor shelterlеss, nor grey Wrapped round with thought, content to watch and dream

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  • Archibald Lampman