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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
EARLY AUTUMN
The garden still is green
And green the trees around—
But the winds are roaring overhead
And branches strew the ground.
And green the trees around—
But the winds are roaring overhead
And branches strew the ground.
And to-day on the garden pool
Floated an autumn leaf:
How rush the seasons, rush the years,
And, O, how life is brief!
Floated an autumn leaf:
How rush the seasons, rush the years,
And, O, how life is brief!
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |