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Autumn.—Anonymous.
Sweet Sabbath of the year,
While evening lights decay,
Thy parting steps methinks I hear
Steal from the world away.
While evening lights decay,
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Steal from the world away.
Amid thy silent flowers
'Tis sad, but sweet, to dwell,
Where falling leaves and drooping flowers
Around me breathe farewell.
'Tis sad, but sweet, to dwell,
Where falling leaves and drooping flowers
Around me breathe farewell.
Along thy sunset skies
Their glories melt in shade,
And, like the things we fondly prize,
Seem lovelier as they fade,
Their glories melt in shade,
And, like the things we fondly prize,
Seem lovelier as they fade,
A deep and crimson streak
Thy dying leaves disclose;
As, on Consumption's waning cheek,
'Mid ruin, blooms the rose.
Thy dying leaves disclose;
As, on Consumption's waning cheek,
'Mid ruin, blooms the rose.
Thy scene each vision brings
Of beauty in decay;
Of fair and early faded things,
Too exquisite to stay;—
Of beauty in decay;
Of fair and early faded things,
Too exquisite to stay;—
Of joys that come no more;
Of flowers whose bloom is fled;
Of farewells wept upon the shore;
Of friends estranged or dead;—
Of flowers whose bloom is fled;
Of farewells wept upon the shore;
Of friends estranged or dead;—
Of all that now may seem,
To Memory's tearful eye,
The vanished beauty of a dream,
O'er which we gaze and sigh.
To Memory's tearful eye,
The vanished beauty of a dream,
O'er which we gaze and sigh.
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