zondag 28 december 2008

William Barnes (1801-1866) — A Winter Night

A Winter Night

IT was a chilly winter's night;
And frost was glittering on the ground,
And evening stars were twinkling bright;
And from the gloomy plain around
Came no sound,
But where, within the wood-girt tower,
The churchbell slowly struck the hour;

As if that all of human birth
Had risen to the final day,
And soaring from the worn-out earth
Were called in hurry and dismay
Far away;
And I alone of all mankind
Were left in loneliness behind.

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Meer over deze dichter is te vinden op de website van de William Barnes Society.

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