Autumn
Y OUTH'S first flush has left you; yet 'tis sweet to rest
Close against your beating heart—never maiden's breast
Made a softer pillow for my aching brow,
Never swifter coursed the blood through my veins than now!
Like an elder sister's, calm and mild your gaze,
Finding gentle pardon for a boy's impetuous ways.
“Child!” you call me, chide my freedom with a smile
Yet I hear your heart-beats, know you love me all the while!
Fate has used me kindly, granted to my prayer
Deeper in life's eyes to look than boyhood else may dare—
Unafraid to face its current sweeping strong:
Gods and women with their love reward the poet's song.
Calm autumnal beauty, still I wish you well,
Still I pray no breath of harm may touch you with its spell.
'Twas in you that first I knew how morn and eve could meet,
Death's majestic sadness, life's transport wildly sweet!
Close against your beating heart—never maiden's breast
Made a softer pillow for my aching brow,
Never swifter coursed the blood through my veins than now!
Like an elder sister's, calm and mild your gaze,
Finding gentle pardon for a boy's impetuous ways.
“Child!” you call me, chide my freedom with a smile
Yet I hear your heart-beats, know you love me all the while!
Fate has used me kindly, granted to my prayer
Deeper in life's eyes to look than boyhood else may dare—
Unafraid to face its current sweeping strong:
Gods and women with their love reward the poet's song.
Calm autumnal beauty, still I wish you well,
Still I pray no breath of harm may touch you with its spell.
'Twas in you that first I knew how morn and eve could meet,
Death's majestic sadness, life's transport wildly sweet!
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