Thomas Cole's poetry the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century |
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Written upon an Autumnal Leaf |
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Written upon an Autumnal Leaf
I wish not for the Sybyll's powerTo write the dread decrees of fate—
Should not unveil the future hour
The good or ill that on it wait—
But if the mighty skill was mine
To guide the wheels of destiny
Maria, no fond wish of thine
But amply should be granted thee.
[1840]
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