1 The woods are haggard and lonely, <br />2 The skies are hooded for snow, <br />3 The moon is cold in Heaven, <br />4 And the grasses are sere below. <br /> <br />5 The bearded swamps are breathing <br />6 A mist from meres afar, <br />7 And grimly the Great Bear circles <br />8 Under the pale Pole Star. <br /> <br />9 There is never a voice in Heaven, <br />10 Nor ever a sound on earth, <br />11 Where the spectres of winter are rising <br />12 Over the night's wan girth. <br /> <br />13 There is slumber and death in the silence, <br />14 There is hate in the winds so keen; <br />15 And the flash of the north's great sword-blade <br />16 Circles its cruel sheen. <br /> <br />17 The world grows agèd and wintry, <br />18 Love's face peakèd and white; <br />19 And death is kind to the tired ones <br />20 Who sleep in the north to-night.<br /><br />William Wilfred Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-october-evening/
