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Title: The Parting
Author: Fanny Kemble [ More Titles by Kemble]
'Twas a fit hour for parting, For athwart the leaden sky The heavy clouds came gathering And sailing gloomily: The earth was drunk with heaven's tears, And each moaning autumn breeze Shook the burthen of its weeping Off the overladen trees. The waterfall rushed swollen down, In the gloaming, still and gray; With a foam-wreath on the angry brow Of each wave that flashed away. My tears were mingling with the rain, That fell so cold and fast, And my spirit felt thy low deep sigh Through the wild and roaring blast. The beauty of the summer woods Lay rustling round our feet, And all fair things had passed away-- 'Twas an hour for parting meet.
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