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Poem
November 27, 1827
The New Hampshire Gazette
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
Personified Winter announces its arrival, describing how it withers flowers, strips trees, silences streams and birds, and covers the earth in snow as a shroud.
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OCR Quality
95%
Excellent
Full Text
From the Philadelphia Magazine.
THE VOICE OF WINTER.
I COME—my breath is on the blast!
I breathe upon the flowers,
And the loveliest flowers of earth, as I past,
Have withered and shrunk before me.
I have found the earth in its richest bloom,
I came to gather its pride to the tomb;
I have found it all with joy elate,
I come to make it desolate.
The leaves of the trees are rustling and gay,
The sheen of the river is bright as the spring
I will blow those rustling leaves away,
I will stop the streamlet's murmuring;
I will strip of its robe the towering oak.
Its roots shall be torn and its limbs shall be broke:
I will howl through the waste, and the wild beasts there
At the sound of my voice shall shrink to their lair.
The eagle shall close her soaring wing,
And seek her nest on the eyrie high;
And every songster cease to sing,
At the sound of my ominous rushing by!
I will bow to the dust the gayest flowers,
And strip of their pride the fairest bow'rs;
I will clothe the earth in white as I come,
The winding-sheet of her wintry tomb.
S. G. F.
THE VOICE OF WINTER.
I COME—my breath is on the blast!
I breathe upon the flowers,
And the loveliest flowers of earth, as I past,
Have withered and shrunk before me.
I have found the earth in its richest bloom,
I came to gather its pride to the tomb;
I have found it all with joy elate,
I come to make it desolate.
The leaves of the trees are rustling and gay,
The sheen of the river is bright as the spring
I will blow those rustling leaves away,
I will stop the streamlet's murmuring;
I will strip of its robe the towering oak.
Its roots shall be torn and its limbs shall be broke:
I will howl through the waste, and the wild beasts there
At the sound of my voice shall shrink to their lair.
The eagle shall close her soaring wing,
And seek her nest on the eyrie high;
And every songster cease to sing,
At the sound of my ominous rushing by!
I will bow to the dust the gayest flowers,
And strip of their pride the fairest bow'rs;
I will clothe the earth in white as I come,
The winding-sheet of her wintry tomb.
S. G. F.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Winter Personification
Nature Desolation
Seasonal Change
Earthly Destruction
Wintry Tomb
What entities or persons were involved?
S. G. F.
Poem Details
Title
The Voice Of Winter.
Author
S. G. F.
Key Lines
I Come—My Breath Is On The Blast!
I Breathe Upon The Flowers,
And The Loveliest Flowers Of Earth, As I Past,
Have Withered And Shrunk Before Me.
I Will Clothe The Earth In White As I Come,
The Winding Sheet Of Her Wintry Tomb.