I Hear A Voice Low In The Sunset Woods [Sonnet]

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Title:     I Hear A Voice Low In The Sunset Woods [Sonnet]
Author: Fanny Kemble [More Titles by Kemble]

I hear a voice low in the sunset woods;
Listen, it says: "Decay, decay, decay!"
I hear it in the murmuring of the floods,
And the wind sighs it as it flies away.
Autumn is come; seest thou not in the skies,
The stormy light of his fierce lurid eyes?
Autumn is come; his brazen feet have trod,
Withering and scorching, o'er the mossy sod.
The fainting year sees her fresh flowery wreath
Shrivel in his hot grasp; his burning breath
Dries the sweet water-springs that in the shade
Wandering along, delicious music made.
A flood of glory hangs upon the world,
Summer's bright wings shining ere they are furled.

[The end]
Fanny Kemble's poem: I Hear A Voice Low In The Sunset Woods [Sonnet]

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