Autumn [The sad nights are here and the sad mornings]

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Title:     Autumn [The sad nights are here and the sad mornings]
Author: Richard Le Gallienne [More Titles by Le Gallienne]

The sad nights are here and the sad mornings,
The air is filled with portents and with warnings,
Clouds that vastly loom and winds that cry,
A mournful prescience
Of bright things going hence;
Red leaves are blown about the widowed sky,
And late disconsolate blooms
Dankly bestrew
The garden walks, as in deserted rooms
The parted guest, in haste to bid adieu,
Trinklets and shreds forgotten left behind,
Torn letters and a ribbon once so brave--
Wreckage none cares to save,
And hearts grow sad to find;
And phantom echoes, as of old foot-falls,
Wander and weary out in the thin air,
And the last cricket calls--
A tiny sorrow, shrilling "Where? ah! where?"

[The end]
Richard Le Gallienne's poem: Autumn [The sad nights are here and the sad mornings]

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