James Russell Lowell

(22 February 1819 – 12 August 1891 / Cambridge, Massachusetts)

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  • Mevelyn Richardson (12/1/2015 2:23:00 PM)

    I'm looking for the name of a poem by JTL about winter. I remember some words, perhaps not accurate:
    The snow had begun in the gloaming and busily all the night, had been heaping field and byway with a silence deep and bright. Every pine, fir and hemlock wore ermine too deep for an Earl. And the poorest twig on the elm tree was ridged inch deep in pearl.

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I went to seek for Christ,
And Nature seemed so fair
That first the woods and fields my youth enticed,
And I was sure to find him there:
The temple I forsook,
And to the solitude
Allegiance paid; but Winter came and shook
The crown and purple from my wood;
His snows, like desert sands, with scornful drift,

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