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Poem
December 5, 1850
Green Mountain Freeman
Montpelier, Washington County, Vermont
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem depicting the arrival of winter, with its dreary winds and icy trappings, mourning the end of summer's warmth and evening joys, featuring villagers' games and birdsong silenced.
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Full Text
From the Boston Museum.
Winter is Coming.
BY JOSEPH ANTHONY, JR.
Old Winter is coming, old Winter so drear,
His heralds, unwelcome, proclaim he is near:
There's a wail on the blast, there are voices that say
"The spirit of Summer is passing away."
Sweet Evening, the balm of thy breezes is o'er.
And bleak is the blast on mountain and moor:
There's shadow and gloom in the depths of the dell.
And the trees of the forest are moaning farewell.
Old Winter is coming, once more to rejoice
In his robings of snow, and his trappings of ice—
The dreariest of despots, who bends to his sway
Sweet sister of Summer, the beautiful day.
Dear Evening, with thee no more on the green,
In joyance of sport are the villagers seen;
And the music of childhood, in gambols no more,
Is borne on the breeze from the cottager's door
All silent and chill, not a bird on the bough
Is heard forth to warble his vesper-hymn now
Not a caw from the rook, as he wingeth his flight
O'er meads where are creeping the shadows of night.
Old Winter is coming, old Winter so drear,
His heralds, unwelcome, proclaim he is near;
There's a wail on the blast, there are voices that say,
"The spirit of Summer is passing away."
Winter is Coming.
BY JOSEPH ANTHONY, JR.
Old Winter is coming, old Winter so drear,
His heralds, unwelcome, proclaim he is near:
There's a wail on the blast, there are voices that say
"The spirit of Summer is passing away."
Sweet Evening, the balm of thy breezes is o'er.
And bleak is the blast on mountain and moor:
There's shadow and gloom in the depths of the dell.
And the trees of the forest are moaning farewell.
Old Winter is coming, once more to rejoice
In his robings of snow, and his trappings of ice—
The dreariest of despots, who bends to his sway
Sweet sister of Summer, the beautiful day.
Dear Evening, with thee no more on the green,
In joyance of sport are the villagers seen;
And the music of childhood, in gambols no more,
Is borne on the breeze from the cottager's door
All silent and chill, not a bird on the bough
Is heard forth to warble his vesper-hymn now
Not a caw from the rook, as he wingeth his flight
O'er meads where are creeping the shadows of night.
Old Winter is coming, old Winter so drear,
His heralds, unwelcome, proclaim he is near;
There's a wail on the blast, there are voices that say,
"The spirit of Summer is passing away."
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Winter Arrival
Summer Departure
Seasonal Change
Dreary Weather
Evening Lament
What entities or persons were involved?
By Joseph Anthony, Jr.
Poem Details
Title
Winter Is Coming.
Author
By Joseph Anthony, Jr.
Subject
The Coming Of Winter
Key Lines
Old Winter Is Coming, Old Winter So Drear,
His Heralds, Unwelcome, Proclaim He Is Near:
There's A Wail On The Blast, There Are Voices That Say
"The Spirit Of Summer Is Passing Away."