November Song

November Song

TO the great archer[138]-not to him

To meet whom flies the sun,

And who is wont his features dim

With clouds to overrun—

But to the boy be vow’d these rhymes[139]，

Who’mongst the roses plays,

Who hear us,and at proper times

To pierce[140]fair hearts essays[141].

Through him the gloomy winter night,

Of yore so cold and drear,

Brings many a loved friend to our sight,

And many a woman dear.

Henceforward[142]shall his image fair

Stand in yon starry skies,

And,ever mild and gracious there,

Alternate[143]set and rise.

1815.