English poem
The Winter Scene II (Out from the silent portal of the hours)
by Bliss Carman
Out from the silent portal of the hours, When frosts are come and all the hosts put on. Their burnished gear to march across the night And o'er a darkened earth in splendor shine, Slowly above the world Orion wheels His glittering square, while on the shadowy hill And throbbing like a sea-light through the dusk, Great Sirius rises in his flashing blue. Lord of the winter night, august and pure, Returning year on year untouched by time, To hearten faith with thine unfaltering fire, There are no hurts that beauty cannot ease, No ills that love cannot at last repair, In the victorious progress of the soul.
More by Bliss Carman
- The Weather Vane
- The Weed's Counsel
- The Winged Victory
- The Winter Scene I (The rutted roads are all like iron; skies)
- The Winter Scene III (Russet and white and gray is the oak wood)
- The Winter Scene IV (When the day changed and the mad wind died down)
- The Wood Thrush I (When the May eve is soft with misty rain)
- The Wood Thrush II (Hark, from the twilit wood beyond the road)