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Poem by Francis Ledwidge
Autumn
Now leafy winds are blowing cold,
And South by West the sun goes down,
A quiet huddles up the fold
In sheltered corners of the brown.
Like scattered fire the wild fruit strews
The ground beneath the blowing tree,
And there the busy squirrel hews
His deep and secret granary.
And when the night comes starry clear,
The lonely quail complains beside
The glistening waters on the mere
Where widowed Beauties yet abide.
And I, too, make my own complaint
Upon a reed I plucked in June,
And love to hear it echoed faint
Upon another heart in tune.
Francis Ledwidge
Poem Theme: Autumn
Francis Ledwidge's other poems:- At Currabwee
- Spring and Autumn
- To a Sparrow
- After Court Martial
- Behind the Closed Eye
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") William Morris Autumn ("Laden Autumn here I stand") Anna Barbauld Autumn ("Farewell the softer hours, Spring's opening blush") Philip Bailey Autumn ("Tis Autumn--and the winds are high") 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") 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")
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