Wednesday, November 03, 2004

The Autumn Morning

See! the pale autumn dawn
Is faint, upon the lawn
That lies in powdered white
Of hoar-frost dight

And now from tree to tree
The ghostly mist we see
Hung like a silver pall
To hallow all.

It wreathes the burdened air
So strangely everywhere
That I could almost fear
This silence drear

Where no one song-bird sings
And dream that wizard things
Mighty for hate or love
Were close above.

White as the fog and fair
Drifting through the middle air
In magic dances dread
Over my head.

Yet these should know me too
Lover and bondman true,
One that has honoured well
The mystic spell

Of earth's most solemn hours
Wherein the ancient powers
Of dryad, elf, or faun
Or leprechaun

Oft have their faces shown
To me that walked alone
Seashore or haunted fen
Or mountain glen

Wherefore I will not fear
To walk the woodlands sere
Into this autumn day
Far, far away.

~C.S. Lewis, Spirits in Bondage: A Cycle of Lyrics (published 1919 under the pseudonym of Clive Hamilton).

4 Comment(s):

At Wed Nov 03, 05:05:00 AM EST, Blogger Arevanye said...

Ok, so he was pretty young when he wrote this. ;-)

I like the images this poem evokes, however clumsy some of the cadences may feel.

At Wed Nov 03, 07:00:00 AM EST, Blogger Roger R. said...

Coincidentally, I have posted "Autumn", with a much more complex metre on the John Clare blog today.

At Wed Nov 03, 07:15:00 PM EST, Blogger Sandicomm said...

Ah, yes, there was a beautiful autumn morning today; I hope everyone else's mornings were beautiful too!

When I was reading this I thought, "Wow, I know that Lewis was an okay poet, but I didn't think he was THAT bad. Oh. One of his poems. Never mind."

At Thu Nov 04, 01:44:00 AM EST, Blogger Anamire said...

Hmm...that kind of paints a gloomy picture. Well, that matches the autumn we've been having here so far. Not to mention the mood on campus today.


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