October Rays (IV)

Poem by Charles-Nérée Beauchemin Collection ArrayPeriod 19th century

Now, no more clear azure, no more tepid breath,
No more concerts in the tree at morning’s glow:
The eye no longer discovers the purples of the plain
Nor the soft flakes of the silvery cloud.

The rays have paled, their fugitive lights
Fade sadly in the darkened skies.
The countryside has veiled its rich perspectives.
The frozen elm shivers and weeps for its debris.

Farewell sighs of the woods, melodious breezes,
Aeolian murmur of the stirred foliage.
Farewell last flowers that the frost has surprised,
Scattered shreds of summer’s starry veil.

The day dies, the water mourns and the earth agonizes.
The birds leave. Alone, the wren, braving
Cold and snow, remains, and its cry harmonizes
With the monotonous whistling of the wind.

Charles-Nérée Beauchemin

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