 | Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy) |  |
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AUTUMN RAIN.
The last gleam of summer blue is going,
The dead leaves lie sodden in the rain,
The loud, lonesome wind is blowing, blowing;—
Will the golden summer ever come again?
The dead leaves lie sodden in the rain,
The loud, lonesome wind is blowing, blowing;—
Will the golden summer ever come again?
The vines at the lattice sigh and shiver,
The trees sob and tremble as in pain,
The loud, lonesome wind goes by forever;—
Will the golden summer ever come again?
The trees sob and tremble as in pain,
The loud, lonesome wind goes by forever;—
Will the golden summer ever come again?
Return, O ye days whose dewy closes
Brought peace to the aching heart and brain!
Return, bashful lilies and white roses,
And bring back the summer-time again!
Brought peace to the aching heart and brain!
Return, bashful lilies and white roses,
And bring back the summer-time again!
Awake in the windy midnight, hearing
The wild tempest's sorrowful refrain,
My heart sinks down sad and heavy, fearing
That the summer-time will never come again.
The wild tempest's sorrowful refrain,
My heart sinks down sad and heavy, fearing
That the summer-time will never come again.
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O warm, happy hearts, by love defended,
Ye shrink not to feel the winter near,
Your sweet blossom-days are never ended,
For love makes it summer all the year.
Ye shrink not to feel the winter near,
Your sweet blossom-days are never ended,
For love makes it summer all the year.
| Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy) | |