Chilly Dovebber with its boadigg blast Dow cubs add strips the beddow add the lawd, Eved October's suddy days are past -- Add Subber's gawd! I kdow dot what it is to which I cligg That stirs to sogg add sorrow, yet I trust That still I sigg, but as the liddets sigg -- Because I bust. Dear leaves that rustle sadly ‘death by feet -- By liggerigg feet -- add fill by eyes with tears, Ye bake be sad, add oh! it gars be greet That ye are sear! The sud id sulled skies too early sigks; Do trees are greed but evergreeds add ferds; Gawd are the orioles add bobligks -- Those Robert Burds! Add dow, farewell to roses add to birds, To larded fields and tigkligg streablets eke; Farewell to all articulated words I faid would speak. Farewell, by cherished strolliggs od the sward, Greed glades add forest shades, farewell to you; With sorrowigg heart I, wretched add forlord, Bid you -- achew!!! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD THE STORY OF URIAH by RUDYARD KIPLING EXCELSIOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 17 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE LAST CAESAR, 1851-1870 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |