Frederick Goddard Tuckerman - November lyrics

Oh! who is there of us that has not felt The sad decadence of the failing year, And Marked the lesson still with grief and fear Writ in the rolled leaf and widely dealt? When now no longer burns yon woodland belt Bright with disease; no tree in glowing d**h Leans forth a cheek of flame to fade and melt In the warm current of the west wind's breath; Nor yet through low blue mist on slope and plain Droops the red sunlight in a dream of day; But from that lull the winds of change have burst And dashed the drowsy leaf with shattering rain, And swung the groves, and roared, and wreaked their worst Till all the world is harsh and cold and grey.