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A Song of Autumn by Arthur Hugh Clow Read for LibriVox.org by Shrimpfish My wind is turned to bitter north, That was so soft the 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, When frosty night befell and low, I find my summer days are o'er, The heart bereaved of why and how, Unknowing knows that yet before, It had what into memory now, Returns no more, no more.
End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
