Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature. 1904. | | | | III. The Seasons | | “Die down, O dismal day” | | David Gray (1838–1861) |
| | | DIE down, O dismal day, and let me live; | |
| And come, blue deeps, magnificently strewn | |
| With colored clouds,—large, light, and fugitive,— | |
| By upper winds through pompous motions blown. | |
| Now it is death in life,—a vapor dense | 5 |
| Creeps round my window, till I cannot see | |
| The far snow-shining mountains, and the glens | |
| Shagging the mountain-tops. O God! make free | |
| This barren shackled earth, so deadly cold,— | |
| Breathe gently forth thy spring, till winter flies | 10 |
| In rude amazement, fearful and yet bold, | |
| While she performs her customed charities; | |
| I weigh the loaded hours till life is bare,— | |
| O God, for one clear day, a snowdrop, and sweet air! | | | | |
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