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Poem by Henry Alford An Evening in Autumn, near Nether Stowey, Somerset HOW soothing is that sound of far-off wheels Under the golden sheen of the harvest-moon! In the shade-checkered road it half reveals A homeward-wending group, with hearts in tune To thankful merriment;—father and boy, And maiden with her gleanings on her head; And the last wagon’s rumble heard with joy In the kitchen with the ending-supper spread. But while I listening stand, the sound hath ceased; And hark, from many voices lustily The harvest-home, the prelude to the feast, In measured bursts is pealing loud and high; Soon all is still again beneath the bright Full moon, that guides me home this autumn night. Henry Alford Henry Alford's other poems:
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