the hazel tips that yellow in the light..........

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Edith Willis Linn Forbes

 

The hazel tips that yellow in the light

Along the border of the moss-grown wall

Like gleaming threads of gold; the echoed call

Of quail amid the rustling foliage bright;

The sense of something lost, of past delight;

These all are thine, O saddening Autumn! All

That might have been or was, of great or small,

Of grave or gay, presses upon the sight.

The soul grows grave although it counts its gain--

The gleanings of the summer of the heart--

It is the summer we regret in vain,

Which we have spent in toil. Deceitful art!

That makes a glorious present seem but pain,

While in the search for what must not depart. >

 

 

 

 

 

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