 | Studies in verse (1865) |  |
The vital airs of summer, her light gleams,
Were failing in the red October's gray:
The few last petals of the latest flowers
Were stain'd and stricken with a living doom.
The torn nest's ragged shreds in the bare thorn,
The iron look about the gusty fields,
Told that another summer of the world
Ended, had turned another hair to gray
Upon the forehead of Eternity.
Were failing in the red October's gray:
The few last petals of the latest flowers
Were stain'd and stricken with a living doom.
The torn nest's ragged shreds in the bare thorn,
The iron look about the gusty fields,
Told that another summer of the world
Ended, had turned another hair to gray
Upon the forehead of Eternity.
| Studies in verse (1865) | |