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SUMMER AND WINTER.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Published by Mrs. Shelley in “The Keepsake”, 1829. Mr. C.W.

Frederickson of Brooklyn possesses a transcript in Mrs. Shelley’s

handwriting.]

 

It was a bright and cheerful afternoon,

Towards the end of the sunny month of June,

When the north wind congregates in crowds

The floating mountains of the silver clouds

From the horizon—and the stainless sky _5

Opens beyond them like eternity.

All things rejoiced beneath the sun; the weeds,

The river, and the corn-fields, and the reeds;

The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze,

And the firm foliage of the larger trees. _10

 

It was a winter such as when birds die

In the deep forests; and the fishes lie

Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes

Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes

A wrinkled clod as hard as brick; and when, _15

Among their children, comfortable men

Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold:

Alas, then, for the homeless beggar old!

 

NOTE:

_11 birds die 1839; birds do die 1829.

 

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