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Show I THE AUTUMN OF LOVE. When Ihn awakening haws were green When May-time's drift on the apple-ticca apple-ticca Hung white and sweet, and the pearly nkten Of the morning mist made drunk the bets, We learned the whisper and the Ides: What deadlier whisper bringeth this! Thy hand on mine was heaven won, Thy voice anil mine chimed into song, Jhy lips and mine were (lower and sun The spring-time tond was green and . , long; And now nn answering fervent lire Lights in thy heart my heart's desire, iYet thou art perilous fair, it seems, And I a singer at the shrine; U'he minstrels still must dream their dreams, Still love and lose, ttlll kiss and pine; Thy soul hath learned to follow far 'Another and more warlike star. For those dear days of bloom and spring Have withered in the ripening heat. And lot the autumn's burgeoning -Bringeth a sound of heavier feet And in the eyes that mirrored mine 'Are pennon's flash and lance's shine, Eo cometh autiimn of the year, So cometh twilight to the day, And unto me the tune and tear, And mailed hands my hope to slayf False autumn with her shower of gold Is sitll unsought and growcth old, Thomas Wood Stevens, in Harper's Magazine. |