Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AUTUMN (2), by PRISCILLA JANE THOMPSON


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First Line: List to the sad wind, drearily moaning
Last Line: Who'd have believe such a fate was impending.
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall


LIST to the sad wind, drearily moaning;
Moaning the fate of the choicest and best;
Seest those red leaves descending in torrents?
'Tis blood drops of warriors sinking to rest.
Many a volley they've turned in their glory,
Now, lack-a-day! They perish, all gory.

Ever they conquered and victory boasted,
Over storm and over drought and vollies of rain;
Showing more strength when battle was over,
And bearing off laurels again and again.
Flushed with success, did they go forth rejoicing.
Now their ill-fate, the sad wind is voicing.

Fiercely the frost-king urged on his subjects,
Spreading destruction over hillside and fen!
Yet bravely they fought, not one e'er despairing,
Till gushing with life-blood, they fell down like men.
Now the pathos of death the last scene is lending,
Who'd have believe such a fate was impending.





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