Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: Autumn Within

In the Harbor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Autumn Within
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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. Content of Autumn Within [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: In the Harbor] Read next: The Four Lakes of Madison Read previous: The Poet's Calendar Table of content of In the Harbor GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

In the Harbor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow