William Allingham - Late Autumn

William Allingham - Late Autumn

October - and the skies are cool and gray br O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, br Bare meadow, and the slowly falling leaf. br The dignity of woods in rich decay br Accords full well with this majestic grief br That clothes our solemn purple hills to-day, br Whose afternoon is hush'd, and wintry brief br Only a robin sings from any spray. br br And night sends up her pale cold moon, and spills br White mist around the hollows of the hills, br Phantoms of firth or lake; the peasant sees br His cot and stockyard, with the homestead trees, br Islanded; but no foolish terror thrills br His perfect harvesting; he sleeps at ease.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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