Tuesday, November 1, 2005

"Red Leaf"

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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt.  
 William Allingham

3 comments:

heathyrxmarie said...

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sdoscher458 said...

Oh I miss the colorful leaves of fall.....Sandi

gdireneoe said...

Lovely.  I have never heard of him.  Very nice. ;)  C.  http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies