November

November by Edith Nesbit (1902)

The poem describes a November scene, where the natural world is barren and lifeless. The garden is sodden, flowers are dead, and trees are leafless. In contrast, the speaker is indoors, by the fireside, reflecting on the passing of time and the fleeting nature of youth and beauty. Despite the bleakness outside, the speaker acknowledges that summer will return, but also mourns the loss of youthful vitality that cannot be regained.

By Edith Nesbit · First published 1902 · Genre: Children's Literature, Fantasy, Adventure · 200 words

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Low lines of leaden clouds sweep by Across the gold sun and blue sky, Which still are there eternally.

Above the sodden garden-bed Droop empty flower-stalks, dry and dead, Where the tall lily bent its head Over carnations white and red.

The leafless poplars, straight and tall, Stand by the gray-green garden wall, From which such rare fruit used to fall.

In the verandah, where of old Sweet August spent the roses' gold, Round the chill pillars, shivering, fold Garlands of rose-thorns, sharp with cold.

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Children's Literature · Fantasy · Adventure · Mystery · Supernatural · Ghosts · Haunted House · Family · Siblings · Friendship · Growing Up · Coming of Age

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