Edward Cracroft Lefroy: His Life and Poems including a Reprint of Echoes from Theocritus: By Wilfred Austin Gill: With a Critical Estimate of the Sonnets by the late John Addington Symonds |
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AN AUTUMN THOUGHT
It was a clear October morn. The dell
After a frosty night lay thick with brown
Dead leaves. And still they stirred and fluttered down,
Leaving a fringe against the sky to tell
Where once that sky had been invisible,
Cloaked by their green luxuriance. And indeed
Mine eyes could notice how the vault, thus freed,
Grew bright and brighter for each leaf that fell.
So cuts the frost which kills our summer vows.
When shades of bliss we hoped eterne decay,
And all our pleasant leaves are stripped away,
We find what ampler view the frost allows.
Through earthly damps we catch the heavenly day,
And God's truth clearest under cold bare boughs.
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