Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN THE GLOAMING, by BELLE RICHARDSON HARRISON


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IN THE GLOAMING, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The leaves are sere and turning brown
Last Line: I'll hide my tired heart from view.
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall


THE leaves are sere and turning brown,
And swirling as they tumble down;
The dusky smoke from archway flies
In curls and waves athwart the skies;
The summer clouds of rarest blue,
To sombre grey have changed their hue;
The boughs are bending on the trees
And swaying with each passing breeze;
A mournful sound is in the air,
An ululation of despair;
The dreary rain begins to fall,
Which throws an added gloom o'er all.

Dame Nature weeps o'er glories fled,
Evanished beauties—beauties dead.
The lovely buds and blossoms gay,
With winter's chill have passed away;
The music of the joyous bird
In bush and tree, no more is heard.
The wailing wind and sobbing rain
Alone are voiced upon the plain.
And shall I sing in joyous strain,
With lips benumbed and heart in pain,
A pæan glad, an anthem loud,
While vanished hopes are in their shroud?

The hopes of youth forever fled,
My early friends now lost or dead—
For them I sigh and sadly mourn,
My aching heart for them is torn.
I cannot sing a gladsome note,
'Twill die before it leaves my throat.
My frozen heart can but essay.
A solemn dirge—a mournful lay.
Then welcome night, that screens from sight
The barren waste—the winter's blight.
Within thy folds of sable hue,
I'll hide my tired heart from view.





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