December

December by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The poem explores the themes of nostalgia, longing, and the passing of time. It describes a person's reminiscence of past joys and loves during the month of December, which serves as a metaphor for the twilight of life. The speaker reflects on the fleeting nature of youth, beauty, and happiness, and how they are inevitably lost with the passage of time.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox · First published 1912 · Genre: Poetry, Seasonal, Personification · 312 words

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Upon December's windy portico The Old Year stood, and looked out where the sun Went wading down the West, through drifting clouds. ‘I, too, shall sink full soon to rest,' he sighed, ‘And follow where my children's feet have trod; Brave January, beauteous May and June, My lovely daughters, and my valiant sons, All, all save one, have left me for that bourne Men call the Past. It seems but yesterday I saw fair August, laughing with the Sea, Snaring the Earth with her seductive wiles, And making conquest, even of the Sun. Yet has she gone, and left me here to mourn. ' Then spake December, from an open door: ‘Father, the night grows cold; come in and rest. Sit with me here beside this glowing grate; I have not left thee; thou art not alone; My house is thine; all warm with love and light, And bright with holly and with cedar sweet. My stalwart arm is thine to lean upon; The feast is spread, I only wait for thee; God smiles upon thy dead, smile thou on me. ' Then through the open door the Old Year passed And darkness settled on the outer world.

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Poetry · American Literature · Romanticism · Nature · Seasonal · Winter · Melancholy · Nostalgia · Love · Longing · Loss · Grief

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