English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. January. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.

Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

January

Cold is the winter day, misty and dark:
  The sunless sky with faded gleams is rent;
And patches of thin snow outlying, mark
  The landscape with a drear disfigurement.

The trees their mournful branches lift aloft:
  The oak with knotty twigs is full of trust,
With bud-thronged bough the cherry in the croft;
  The chestnut holds her gluey knops upthrust.

No birds sing, but the starling chaps his bill
  And chatters mockingly; the newborn lambs
Within their strawbuilt fold beneath the hill
  Answer with plaintive cry their bleating dams.

Their voices melt in welcome dreams of spring,
  Green grass and leafy trees and sunny skies:
My fancy decks the woods, the thrushes sing,
  Meadows are gay, bees hum and scents arise.

And God the Maker doth my heart grow bold
  To praise for wintry works not understood,
Who all the worlds and ages doth behold,
  Evil and good as one, and all as good.

Robert Seymour Bridges’s other poems:

1. Poor Withered Rose and Dry
2. A Robin
3. I Found To-day out Walking
4. The Palm Willow
5. Sometimes When My Lady Sits by Me

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Alice Cary (Элис Кэри) January (“THE year has lost its leaves again”)

John Payne (Джон Пейн) January (“THIS is the bitter birth-month of the year”)

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