Annus Amoris :: :: University of Virginia Library

Within a wood I strayed at sunset hour,
The leaves were still, and red upon the ground,
The trees themselves stood steadfast as a tower
That has survived a thousand things around,
The iris here and there in Autumn seed,
Was brighter than in Spring; I saw no bird,
Nor noted breathing thing; all hushed indeed
Was this sad grove; whilst deep below I heard
The sea, with dull monotony of moan,
And saw the white foam die on marble strand;
Mountain and sky far up above looked lone,
Whilst by a brook, winged arrows in his hand,
Sat Love the imperishable one,—and near,
The last grey mortal of the latest year.