Autumn (Davies)

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written by William Henry Davies
From "The Soul's Destroyer" (1905) Link to further information

Autumn grows old: he, like some simple one,
In Summer's castaway is strangely clad;
Such withered things the winds in frolic mad
Shake from his feeble hand and forehead wan.

Autumn is sighing for his early gold,
And in his tremble dropping his remains;
The brook talks more, as one bereft of brains,
Who singeth loud, delirious with the cold.

O now with drowsy June one hour to be!
Scarce waking strength to hear the hum of bees,
Or cattle lowing under shady trees,
Knee-deep in waters loitering to the sea.

I would that drowsy June awhile were here,
The amorous South wind carrying all the vale -
Save that white lily true to star as pale,
Whose secret day-dream Phoebus burns to hear.

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