Day by day
The sun's broad beam
Fades away
By a golden gleam;
- Hark on the cliff
How the sea-gulls scream!
Eve by Eve
The wind, more drear,
Stays to grieve
That the winter's near;
- Hark how the crisp leaves
Dart and fleer!
Get you out
Your muffler grey,
Your boots so stout,
And your great-coat, pray,
And put on your gloves,
- 'Tis a hardy day!
From 'The Way to Winter' by James Stephens (Irish. 1880 - 1950).
Accompanying image - (Trees at 'The Hussian Gap', 3 December 2019)
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