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Saturday, October 28, 2023

Late Autumn / William Allingham


Late Autumn 

October and the skies are cool and gray
    O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf,
    Bare meadow, and the slowly falling leaf.
The dignity of woods in rich decay
    Accords full well with this majestic grief
That clothes our solemn purple hills to-day,
    Whose afternoon is hush'd, and wintry brief.
Only a robin sings from any spray.

And night sends up her pale cold moon, and spills
White mist around the hollows of the hills,
    Phantoms of firth or lake; the peasant sees
    His cot and stackyard, with the homestead trees,
Islanded: but no foolish terror thrills
    His perfect harvesting; he sleeps at ease.

~~
William Allingham (1824-1889)
from Poems, 1912

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

William Allingham biography

"Late Autumn" read by The Verse Place.

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