Poetry & Verse
Autumn Within
By Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSource: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short56 words
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Birds...
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It is autumn; not without 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. There is silence: the dead leaves Fall and rustle and are still; Beats no flail upon the sheaves, Comes no murmur from the mill.
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