Page:Preludes, Meynell, 1875.djvu/34

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IN AUTUMN.

O dying blisses of the year,
I hear the young lamb bleat,
The clamouring birds i' the copse I hear,
I hear the waving wheat,
Together laid on a dead-leaf bier.


Kiss me again as I kiss you;
Kiss me again;
For all your tuneful nights of dew,
In this your time of rain,
For all your kisses when Spring was new.


You will not, broken hearts; let be.
I pass across your death
To a golden summer you shall not see,
And in your dying breath
There is no benison for me.


There is an Autumn yet to wane,
There are leaves yet to fall,
Which when I kiss, may kiss again,
And, pitied, pity me all for all,
And love me in mist and rain.