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| A Song Of Autumn / Adam Lindsay Gordon(pic taken from google) |
A Song Of Autumn / Adam Lindsay Gordon
WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year,
When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad,
When the boughs are yellow and sere?
Where are the old ones that once we had,
And when are the new ones near?
What shall we do for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year?
Child! can I tell where the garlands go?
Can I say where the lost leaves veer
On the brown-burnt banks,
when the wild winds blow,
When they drift through the dead-wood drear?
Girl! when the garlands of next year glow,
You may gather again, my dear
But I go where the last years lost leaves go
At the falling of the year.
Adam Lindsay Gordon
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