A Dirge

A Dirge by Edith Nesbit (1906)

The poem is a lament for the passing of summer and the arrival of winter. The speaker rejects the charms of summer, preferring the bareness and cold of winter. They see summer as a time of false triumph and artificial beauty, and welcome the wild mourning of winter's wind-tossed boughs to drown the stillness of an empty house where children no longer come home.

By Edith Nesbit · First published 1906 · Genre: Poetry, Romantic, Gothic · 178 words

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Let Summer go To other gardens; here we have no need of her.

She smiles and beckons, but we take no heed of her, Who love not Summer, but bare boughs and snow.

Set the snow free To choke the insolent triumph of the year, With birds that sing as though he still were here, And flowers that blow as if he still could see.

Let the rose die -- What ailed the rose to blow? she is not dear to us, Nor all the summer pageant that draws near to us; Let it be over soon, let it go by!

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Gothic Fiction · Victorian Era · Poetry · Death · Mourning · Loss · Sorrow · Melancholy · Dark Fantasy · Supernatural · Ghost Story · Haunted House

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