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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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TO AUTUMN
I feel thee as one feels a flower's,
A dead flower's fragrance in a room,—
A dim, gray grief that haunts the hours
With sad perfume.
A dead flower's fragrance in a room,—
A dim, gray grief that haunts the hours
With sad perfume.
Thou charm'st me as a ghostly lily
Might charm a garden's withered space,
With the pale pathos and the chilly
Hush of thy face.
Might charm a garden's withered space,
With the pale pathos and the chilly
Hush of thy face.
I hearken in thy fogs; I hearken
When, like the phantom of dead Night,
With immaterial limbs they darken
The day with white.
When, like the phantom of dead Night,
With immaterial limbs they darken
The day with white.
With wrecks of rain and mad winds, heaping
Red ruins of riven rose and leaf,
Make sad my heart, O Autumn! sweeping
The world with grief.
Red ruins of riven rose and leaf,
Make sad my heart, O Autumn! sweeping
The world with grief.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |