Autumnal Sonnet
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hold, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent summer dealt. Dear friends, together in the glimmering eve, Pensive and glad, with tones that recognise The soft invisible dew in each one's eyes, It may be, somewhat thus we shall have leave To walk with memory, when distant lies Poor Earth, where we were wont to live and grieve
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"Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, ..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Allingham delivers a powerful performance in "Autumnal Sonnet"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...