Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

Rainy Midnight - Poem by Ivor Gurney

Long shines the line of wet lamps dark in gleaming,
The trees so still felt yet as strength not used,
February chills April, the cattle are housed,
And nights grief from the higher things comes streaming.

The trade is all gone, the elver-fishers gone
To string their lights 'long Severn like a wet Fair.
If it were fine the elvers would swim clear,
Clothes sodden, the out-of-work stay on.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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