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Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк) October IT is no joy to me to sit On dreamy summer eves, When silently the timid moon Kisses the sleeping leaves, And all things through the fair hushed earth Love, rest--but nothing grieves. Better I like old Autumn With his hair tossed to and fro, Firm striding o'er the stubble fields When the equinoctials blow. When shrinkingly the sun creeps up Through misty mornings cold, And Robin on the orchard hedge Sings cheerily and bold, While the frosted plum Drops downward on the mould;-- And as he passes, Autumn Into earth's lap does throw Brown apples gay in a game of play, As the equinoctials blow. When the spent year its carol sinks Into a humble psalm, Asks no more for the pleasure draught, But for the cup of balm, And all its storms and sunshine bursts Controls to one brave calm,-- Then step by step walks Autumn, With steady eyes that show Nor grief nor fear, to the death of the year, While the equinoctials blow. Dinah Maria Craik's other poems: Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1629 |
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