(Autumn Song)
Chill breezes moaning are
Where leaves hang yellow:
O'er the grey hills afar
Flies the last swallow;
To come again, my love, to come again
Blithe with the summer.
But Ah! the long months ere we welcome then
That bright new comer.
Cold lie the flowers and dead
Where leaves are falling.
Meekly they bowed and sped
At Autumn's calling.
To come again, my love, to come again
Blithe with the swallow.
Ah! might I dreaming lie at rest till then,
Or rise and follow!
The summer blooms are gone,
And bright birds darting;
Cold lies the earth forlorn;
And we are parting.
To meet again, my love, to meet again
In deathless greeting,
But ah! what wintry bitterness of pain
Ere that far meeting!
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You were right about this poem - I did enjoy reading... thanks for sending me the link.
The poem is sad, but very beautiful.
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Beautiful. I loved it.
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great poem.. thanks for posting it
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What a beautiful poem, such sadness, but yet, there is always hope. Thank you pari, for sending me this link, the words carry their own blessing.
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Thanks to Peacelink for sending me here to read this..
A beautifully sad write indeed..
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This is a beautiful and sad love poem, very touching, thanks for promoting it, I know many who will love this one I am going to come back and read this one again later
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