Poems By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema |
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IX.AUTUMN SUNSHINE.
Now week by week the scattering leaves
Drift down the sheltered lane,
And week by week the sharp wind grieves
The tree-tops with the rain.
Drift down the sheltered lane,
And week by week the sharp wind grieves
The tree-tops with the rain.
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But clouds to-day have cleared away,
The sun shines warm and strong
On cot and farm, on hedge and way,—
'Tis a holiday worth a song.
The sun shines warm and strong
On cot and farm, on hedge and way,—
'Tis a holiday worth a song.
The air is bland on face and hand,
Returned the mid-year hath;
The saddened flowers their hearts expand,
Simmers the garden-path.
Returned the mid-year hath;
The saddened flowers their hearts expand,
Simmers the garden-path.
The spotted emperor, seldom seen,
Is the sunflower's bosom friend;
The dragon-flies flicker across the sheen,
Where the yellow flag-leaves bend.
Is the sunflower's bosom friend;
The dragon-flies flicker across the sheen,
Where the yellow flag-leaves bend.
But the shooter is heard upon the hill,
The robin is by the door,
The curlew cries o'erhead so shrill,
The swallows are seen no more.
The robin is by the door,
The curlew cries o'erhead so shrill,
The swallows are seen no more.
And this is the last last crimson day
The exhausted sun can send;
The evening falls, our foot-path way
Turns homeward towards the end.
The exhausted sun can send;
The evening falls, our foot-path way
Turns homeward towards the end.
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