<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348168" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Autumn Waste</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no break in all the wide grey sky,<br>Nor light on any field, and the wind grieves,<br>And talks of death. Where cold grey waters lie<br>Round greyer stones, and the new-fallen leaves<br>Heap the chill hollows of the naked woods,<br>A lisping moan, an inarticulate cry,<br>Creeps far among the charnel solitudes,<br>Numbing the waste with mindless misery.<br>In these bare paths, these melancholy lands,<br>What dream, or flesh, could ever have been young?<br>What lovers have gone forth with linked hands?<br>What flowers could ever have bloomed, what birds have sung?<br>Life, hopes, and human things seem wrapped away,<br>With shrouds and spectres, in one long decay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Archibald+Lampman">Archibald Lampman</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348168" data-title="The Autumn Waste de Archibald Lampman" data-description="There is no break in all the wide grey sky, Nor light on any field, and the wind grieves, And talks of death. Where cold grey waters lie Round greyer stones, and the new-fallen leaves Heap the chill hollows of the naked woods, A lisping moan, an i..."></div> </div> </div>

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