English Poetry. James Elroy Flecker. November Eves. Джеймс Элрой Флеккер.

James Elroy Flecker (Джеймс Элрой Флеккер)

November Eves

November Evenings! Damp and still
They used to cloak Leckhampton hill,
And lie down close on the grey plain,
And dim the dripping window-pane,
And send queer winds like Harlequins
That seized our elms for violins
And struck a note so sharp and low
Even a child could feel the woe.

Now fire chased shadow round the room;
Tables and chairs grew vast in gloom:
We crept about like mice, while Nurse
Sat mending, solemn as a hearse,
And even our unlearned eyes
Half closed with choking memories.

Is it the mist or the dead leaves,
Or the dead men−November eves?

James Elroy Flecker’s other poems:

1. The Second Sonnet of Bathrolaire
2. Fountains
3. The First Sonnet of Bathrolaire
4. I Rose From Dreamless Hours
5. The Ballad Of The Student In The South

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