Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A SONG OF AUTUMN, by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH


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First Line: My wind is turned to bitter north
Last Line: Returns no more, no more
Variant Title(s): No More
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall


My wind is turned to bitter north,
That was so soft a south before;
My sky, that shone so sunny bright,
With foggy gloom is clouded o'er:
My gay green leaves are yellow-black,
Upon the dank autumnal floor;
For love, departed once, comes back
No more again, no more.

A roofless ruin lies my home,
For winds to blow and rains to pour;
One frosty night befell, and lo!
I find my summer days are o'er:
The heart bereaved, of why and how
Unknowing, knows that yet before
It had what e'en to Memory now
Returns no more, no more





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