Dark, dismal day-the first of many such! <br />The wind is sighing through the plaintive trees, <br />In fitful gusts of a half-frenzied woe; <br />Affrighted clouds the hand might almost touch, <br />Their black wings bend so mournfully and low, <br />Sweep through the skies like night-winds o'er the seas. <br />There is no chirp of bird through all the grove, <br />Save that of the young fledgeling rudely flung <br />From its warm nest; and like the clouds above <br />My soul is dark, and restless as the breeze <br />That leaps and dances over Couchiching. <br />Soon will the last duett be sweetly sung; <br />But through the years to come our hearts will ring <br />With memories, as dear as time and love can bring.<br /><br />Charles Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-dismal-day-the-first-of-many-such/
