Autumn Within
It is autumn; not without, But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Birds are darting through the air, Singing, building without rest; Life is stirring everywhere, Save within my lonely breast. There is silence: the dead leaves Fall and rustle and are still; Beats no flail upon the sheaves Comes no murmur from the mill.
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"It is autumn; not without,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow delivers a powerful performance in "Autumn Within"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...