Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

Autumn Sorrow

Ah me! too soon the autumn comes
Among these purple-plaintive hills!
Too soon among the forest gums
Premonitory flame she spills,
Bleak, melancholy flame that kills.

Her white fogs veil the morn, that rims
With wet the moonflower's elfin moons;
And, like exhausted starlight, dims
The last slim lily-disk; and swoons
With scents of hazy afternoons.

Her gray mists haunt the sunset skies,
And build the west's cadaverous fires,
Where Sorrow sits with lonely eyes,
And hands that wake an ancient lyre,
Beside the ghost of dead Desire.

1. Masked
2. Dawn in the Alleghanies
3. He Who Loves
4. Hymn to Spiritual Desire
5. Mrs. Browning

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