Poem by Thomas Hood

Autumn (The Autumn skies are flushed with gold)

The Autumn skies are flushed with gold,
Add fair and bright the rivers run;
These are but streams of winter cold,
And painted mists that quench the sun.

In secret boughs no sweet birds sing,
In secret boughs no bird can shroud;
These are but leaves that take to wing,
And wintry winds that pipe so loud.

’Tis not trees’ shade, but cloudy glooms
That on the cheerless valleys fall,
The flowers are in their grassy tombs,
And tears of dew are on them all.

1. Sonnet (By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts)
2. Stanzas (Is there a bitter pang for love removed)
3. The World Is with Me
4. Sonnet (How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky)
5. Ballad (Spring it is cheery)

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