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The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | ||
264
AUTUMN WITHIN.
It is autumn; not without,
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.
Birds are darting through the air,
Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere,
Save within my lonely breast.
Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere,
Save within my lonely breast.
There is silence: the dead leaves
Fall and rustle and are still;
Beats no flail upon the sheaves,
Comes no murmur from the mill.
Fall and rustle and are still;
Beats no flail upon the sheaves,
Comes no murmur from the mill.
The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | ||