NOVEMBER

There is a gleam of sunshine on the earth

After so many weary days of rain,

A break of yellowing clouds, which offers plain

The sun's veiled disc ( a very shadow-birth,

But still the sun, with sun's November worth );

The sky is of a Turner lived again,

Such colours through the misty greyness gain

They almost seem to touch with spring the earth.

How should we not be glad, when this one day

Out of the saddest of all months, appears

Suddenly beautiful? A single ray

Of sunlight strikes through cloud, and clears

The whole drear countryside of grey;

So may one word dispel a cloud of tears.