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AUTUMN.
85
Fair fall the freighted boats which gold and stone
   And spices bear to sea:
Slim, gleaming maidens swell their mellow notes,
   Love-promising, entreating—
   Ah! sweet, but fleeting—
Beneath the shivering, snow-white sails.
Hush! the wind flags and fails—
Hush! they will lie becalmed in sight of strand—
Sight of my strand, where I do dwell alone;
Their songs wake singing echoes in my land—
They cannot hear me moan.

One latest, solitary swallow flies
  Across the sea, rough autumn-tempest tost,
  Poor bird, shall it be lost?
Dropped down into this uncongenial sea,
     With no kind eyes
     To watch it while it dies,
   Unguessed, uncared for, free:
     Set free at last,
     The short pang past,
In sleep, in death, in dreamless sleep locked fast

Mine avenue is all a growth of oaks,
   Some rent by thunder strokes,
Some rustling leaves and acorns in the breeze;
   Fair fall my fertile trees,
That rear their goodly heads, and live at ease.

A spider's web blocks all mine avenue;
He catches down and foolish painted flies
   That spider wary and wise.