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Poem by William Morris
Autumn
Laden Autumn here I stand
Worn of heart, and weak of hand:
Nought but rest seems good to me,
Speak the word that sets me free.
William Morris
Poem Theme: Autumn
William Morris's other poems:- Atalanta's Race
- On The Edge Of The Wilderness
- Pray But One Prayer For Us
- Another For The Briar-Rose
- Pain And Time Strive Not
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Samuel Johnson Autumn ("Alas! with swift and silent pace") John Clare Autumn ("The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still") Anna Barbauld Autumn ("Farewell the softer hours, Spring's opening blush") Philip Bailey Autumn ("Tis Autumn--and the winds are high") Francis Ledwidge Autumn ("Now leafy winds are blowing cold") William Watson Autumn ("Thou burden of all songs the earth hath sung") Thomas Nashe Autumn ("Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure") Walter Landor Autumn ("Mild is the parting year, and sweet") Emily Dickinson Autumn ("The morns are meeker than they were") Alice Cary Autumn ("Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips") Alexander Posey Autumn ("IN the dreamy silence") Lydia Sigourney Autumn ("Tree! why hast thou doffed thy mantle of green") Ada Cambridge (Cross) Autumn ("So still—so still! Only the endless sighing") Alice Bartlett Autumn ("The blaze of autumn scorches now the hill") Christopher Brennan Autumn ("Autumn: the year breathes dully towards its death")
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