This Way To Winter

Day by day
The sun's broad beam
Fades away
By a golden gleam ;
Hark on the cliff
How the sea-gulls scream !

Eve by eve
The wind more drear
Stays to grieve
That the winter's near ;
Hark how the crisp leaves
Dart and fleer !

Night by night
The shade grows dense,
And the cold starlight
Beams more intense ;
Hark how the beggar boy
Asks for pence !

Get you out
Your muffler grey,
Your boots so stout,
And your great-coat, pray,
And put on your gloves,
'Tis a hardy day.

Songs From The Clay [1915]