Versos English David Park Barnitz Autumn Song

English poem

Autumn Song

by (1878–1901)

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Weep, far autumnal skies, Shrouded in misty air; Weep, for thy solemn dearth, And for thy chill despair, Earth.

O stricken forest-trees, Dead leaves that falter down Solemnly to your sleep, Golden, and red, and brown, Weep.