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The First Week in October
Once on an autumn day as I reposed
Beneath a noonbeam, pallid yet not dull,
The branch above my head dipt itself full
Of that white sunshine momently, and closed;
While, ever and anon, the ashen keys
Dropt down beside the tarnished hollyhocks,
The scarlet cranesbill. and the faded stocks,
Flung from the shuffling leafage by the breeze.
How wistfully I marked the year's decay,
Forecasting all the dreary wind and rain;
'Twas the last week the swallow would remain.
How jealously I watched his circling play!
A few brief hours, and he would dart away,
No more to turn upon himself again.
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Charles Tennyson Turner (1808-1879)
from Collected Sonnets, 1880
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
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Image from Studies in Reading, 1919. Public domain, Wikimedia Commons.
"dipt' and "dropt" interesting verbiage, 'spose for "dipped" & "dropped", like this. Archaic past tense of dip and drop. Might use this sometime. Swallows are lovely to watched the way they dart, swoop and dive. ABBACDDC EFFEEF, rhyme scheme. 💟💟💟💟💟💟
ReplyDeleteAnother read, great find G.D.
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