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THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 69. AUTUMN IDLENESS, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: This sunlight shames november where he grieves
Last Line: Nor know, for longing, that which I should do.
Alternate Author Name(s): Rossetti, Gabriel Charles Dante
Subject(s): Autumn; Leisure; Seasons; Fall


THIS sunlight shames November where he grieves
In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun
The day, though bough with bough be over-run.
But with a blessing every glade receives
High salutation; while from hillock-eaves
The deer gaze calling, dappled white and dun,
As if, being foresters of old, the sun
Had marked them with the shade of forest-leaves.

Here dawn to-day unveiled her magic glass;
Here noon now gives the thirst and takes the dew;
Till eve bring rest when other good things pass.
And here the lost hours the lost hours renew
While I still lead my shadow o'er the grass,
Nor know, for longing, that which I should do.





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