Poem by Arthur Hugh Clough

A Song of Autumn

My wind is turned to bitter north,
That was so soft a south before;
My sky, that shone so sunny bright,
With foggy gloom is clouded o’er
My gay green leaves are yellow-black,
Upon the dank autumnal floor;
For love, departed once, comes back
No more again, no more.
A roofless ruin lies my home,
For winds to blow and rains to pour;
One frosty night befell, and lo,
I find my summer days are o’er:
The heart bereaved, of why and how
Unknowing, knows that yet before
It had what e’en to Memory now
Returns no more, no more.

1. Currente Calamo
2. Thoughts of Home
3. In Stratis Viarum
4. Revival
5. The Shady Lane

Adam Gordon A Song of Autumn ("WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad")

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