Ottava rima Poems
A Modern Apostle V
by Constance Naden
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came
With grey cold days and black unpitying nights,
And many children gathered round the flame
Of Yule-tide logs, and dreamed of new delights
With the New Year: many, with shivering frame,
Half-naked, famished, crept to see the sights
In gay shop-windows- a celestial treat!
On earth there might be bread, and sometimes meat,
But this was Heaven. They had their make-believe,
......
Oswald Spengler Watches the Sunset
by Stephen Edgar
The air is drenched with day, but one by one
The flowers close on cue,
Obedient to the declining sun.
Forest and grasses, bush and leaf and stem,
They cannot move (and nor, you dream, can you):
It is the wind that plays with them.
Only the little midges dancing still
Against the evening move at will.
This tiny swarm still dancing on and on
......
Oswald Spengler Watches the Sunset
by Stephen Edgar
The air is drenched with day, but one by one
The flowers close on cue,
Obedient to the declining sun.
Forest and grasses, bush and leaf and stem,
They cannot move (and nor, you dream, can you):
It is the wind that plays with them.
Only the little midges dancing still
Against the evening move at will.
This tiny swarm still dancing on and on
......
A Modern Apostle V
by Constance Naden
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came
With grey cold days and black unpitying nights,
And many children gathered round the flame
Of Yule-tide logs, and dreamed of new delights
With the New Year: many, with shivering frame,
Half-naked, famished, crept to see the sights
In gay shop-windows- a celestial treat!
On earth there might be bread, and sometimes meat,
But this was Heaven. They had their make-believe,
......
