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The Poems of Henry Clarence Kendall
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November
Now beats the first warm pulse of Summer — now
There shines great glory on the mountain’s brow.
The face of heaven in the western sky,
When falls the sun, is filled with Deity!
And while the first light floods the lake and lea,
The morning makes a marvel of the sea;
The strong leaves sing; and in the deep green zones
Of rock-bound glens the streams have many tones;
And where the evening-coloured waters pass,
Now glides November down fair falls of grass.
She is the wonder with the golden wings,
Who lays one hand in Summer’s — one in Spring’s;
About her hair a sunset radiance glows;
Her mouth is sister of the dewy rose;
And all the beauty of the pure blue skies
Has lent its lustre to her soft bright eyes.
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Chicago: Henry Kendall, "November," The Poems of Henry Clarence Kendall, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in The Poems of Henry Clarence Kendall (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed August 19, 2019, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=PW7XUVDBVKCXNXL.
MLA: Kendall, Henry. "November." The Poems of Henry Clarence Kendall, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in The Poems of Henry Clarence Kendall, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 19 Aug. 2019. www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=PW7XUVDBVKCXNXL.
Harvard: Kendall, H, 'November' in The Poems of Henry Clarence Kendall, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, The Poems of Henry Clarence Kendall, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 19 August 2019, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=PW7XUVDBVKCXNXL.
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