Poems (Jordan)/Toward the Close of the Year
TOWARD THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR
Autumn on Nature's fevered brow has laidHer cooling hands, to soothe her into sleep;And when o'er earth Night throws his sombre shade,With deep drawn sigh, remains her watch to keep.Nature, first tossing in delirium,At length sinks into quietest repose;And Death doth in the sudden silence come,To lay her body 'neath the Winter snows.