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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE GARDEN: 8. LATER AUTUMN, by EDWARD DOWDEN Poet's Biography First Line: This is the year's despair: some wind last night Last Line: A song, not less than june's, fervent and clear | |||
This is the year's despair: some wind last night Utter'd too soon the irrevocable word, And the leaves heard it, and the low clouds heard; So a wan morning dawned of sterile light; Flowers drooped, or showed a startled face and white; The cattle cowered, and one disconsolate bird Chirped a weak note; last came this mist and blurred The hills, and fed upon the fields like blight. Ah, why so swift despair! There yet will be Warm noons, the honey'd leavings of the year, Hours of rich musing, ripest autumn's core, And late-heaped fruit, and falling hedge-berry, Blossoms in cottage-crofts, and yet, once more, A song, not less than June's, fervent and clear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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