Nature
November
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Nature
Hail, soft November, though thy pale
Sad smile rebuke the words that hail
Thy sorrow with no sorrowing words
Or gratulate thy grief with song
Less bitter than the winds that wrong
Thy withering woodlands, where the birds
Keep hardly heart to sing or see
How fair thy faint wan face may be.
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MLA
Swinburne, Algernon Charles. “November.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/swinburne/181/.
Chicago
Swinburne, Algernon Charles. “November.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/swinburne/181/.
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