Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AUTUMN; A DIRGE, by THOMAS HOOD


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First Line: The autumn is old
Last Line: Here's enow for sad thinking!
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall


THE Autumn is old,
The sere leaves are flying:
He hath gather'd up gold,
And now he is dying;
Old Age, begin sighing!

The vintage is ripe,
The harvest is heaping; --
But some that have sow'd
Have no riches for reaping; --
Poor wretch, fall a-weeping!

The year's in the wane,
There is nothing adorning,
The night has no eve,
And the day has no morning; --
Cold winter gives warning.

The rivers run chill,
The red sun is sinking,
And I am grown old,
And life is fast shrinking; --
Here's enow for sad thinking!





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