The book Through the Year With the Poets volume 10 was written by author Oscar Fay Adams Here you can read free online of Through the Year With the Poets volume 10 book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is Through the Year With the Poets volume 10 a good or bad book?
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IO OCTOBER. OCTOBER. SHE stands upon the silent hills, A tender sorrow in her eyes, As one whose heart at parting thrills With summer's sunniest memories ; While, waking from her tearful gloom, With cheeks on fire and eyes aflame, All nature blushes into bloom At sound of her beloved name. The wild woods weave their brightest spells, To gem the splendor of her hair ; The wild winds swing their sweetest bells, And die with all their music there ; The banners of her pride unfurled Float on the br...eezes faintly sweet, And, empress of a conquered world, She sees its trophies at her feet. Back to the world she woos the light That died as summer's smile expires ; And all the fading woods grow bright With flashes from her altar fires ; Yet crowned and pale she walks apart, Lips moving in a mute caress, And folds above her throbbing heart The mantle of her loneliness. THE FIRST WEEK IN OCTOBER. I 1 As sometime when the bloom has fled, The light that marked our summer gone, When spring's best hopes are ripe or dead And life's pale winter hurrying on, We stand at eventide aside, Wearing the robes we hoped to win, And fold our lives in piteous pride, All fair without, all scarred within.
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