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22 September 2006 @ 11:16 am
To Autumn - John Clare  
Something to suit the changing of the seasons.

Come, pensive Autumn, with thy clouds and storms
And falling leaves and pastures lost to flowers;
A luscious charm hangs on thy faded forms,
More sweet than Summer in her loveliest hours,
Who in her blooming uniform of green
Delights with samely and continued joy:
But give me, Autumn, where thy hand hath been,
For there is wildness that can never cloy -
The russet hue of fields left bare, and all
The tints of leaves and blossoms ere they fall.
In thy dull days of clouds a pleasure comes,
Wild music softens in thy hollow winds;
And in thy fading woods a beauty blooms
That's more than dear to melancholy minds.
feeling: melancholymelancholy
Farewell to college joys...we sail at break of day: HOT!navy_brat_1972 on September 22nd, 2006 08:23 pm (UTC)
Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
roses of the day: Viva Espana by hales 731orelle_peredhil on September 22nd, 2006 08:36 pm (UTC)
Icon LOVE, and thank you!
musiconthewater on September 26th, 2006 06:21 am (UTC)
this is great. very fitting. It was actually cool today for the first time. Well, not hot, anyway.