English poem
Iii
That Autumn, like some god, From thy delicious hair,-- Lost sunlight 'neath the sod,-- Shot up this goldenrod To toss it everywhere.
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Iii
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Iii
English poem
That Autumn, like some god, From thy delicious hair,-- Lost sunlight 'neath the sod,-- Shot up this goldenrod To toss it everywhere.