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John Payne (Джон Пейн)


HOW long, o Lord, how long the Winter's woes?
Is it to purge the world of sin and stain
That in its winding-sheet it stands again
For penance, pining in the shrouded snows?
Methinks, I do remember of the rose
To have heard fable in some far domain
Of old fantastic dreams and fancies vain;
But what in sooth it was, God only knows!
Was ever aught but Winter in the lands?
Was ever snow-time past and Springtime come,
To bless the brown earth with her flowerful hands?
Well nigh the cuckoo's call, the wild bee's hum
Have we forgot. Yet, through the chill snow-cope,
The kindly crocus blooms and bids us hope.

John Payne's other poems:
  1. The Foredawn Hour
  2. September
  3. July
  4. August
  5. October

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

  • Thomas Chatterton (Томас Чаттертон) February ("Begin, my muse, the imitative lay")
  • Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит) February ("THE trees stand brown against the gray")

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