Poems (Jordan)/Toward the Close of the Year
TOWARD THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR
Autumn on Nature's fevered brow has laid
Her cooling hands, to soothe her into sleep;
And when o'er earth Night throws his sombre shade,
With deep drawn sigh, remains her watch to keep.
Nature, first tossing in delirium,
At length sinks into quietest repose;
And Death doth in the sudden silence come,
To lay her body 'neath the Winter snows.
Her cooling hands, to soothe her into sleep;
And when o'er earth Night throws his sombre shade,
With deep drawn sigh, remains her watch to keep.
Nature, first tossing in delirium,
At length sinks into quietest repose;
And Death doth in the sudden silence come,
To lay her body 'neath the Winter snows.