<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353984" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Autumn Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HUSH, moaning autumn wind! be still, be still! <br>Thy grieving voice forbiddeth hearts to rest; <br>We hear thee sweeping down the lonely hill, <br>And mournful thoughts crowd o'er the human breast. <br>Why wilt thou haunt us, with thy voice unkind, <br>Sadd'ning the earth? Hush, moaning autumn wind! <br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Toss not the branching trees so wildly high, <br>Filling the forest with thy dreary sound: <br>Without thy aid the hues of summer die, <br>And the sear leaves fall scatter'd to the ground. <br>Thou dost but hasten, needlessly unkind, <br>The winter's task, thou moaning autumn wind! <br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweep not thro' Ocean's caves with hollow roar, <br>Driving our fair ships to some rock-bound strand! <br>While the vex'd sea foams wrathful to the shore, <br>The seaman's wife looks shuddering from the land, <br>And widow'd hearts for many a year shall find <br>Death in thy voice, thou moaning autumn wind! <br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round our calm dwellings, when our hearths are gay, <br>Roam not, oh howling spirit of Despair! <br>As tho' thou wert a creature seeking prey, <br>And where the land look'd richest, found it there. <br>We have enough of memories unkind <br>Without thy voice, thou moaning autumn wind! <br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thee the sad mourner lists, and turns to weep, <br>In the blank silence of her lonely home; <br>The sick man hears, and starts from broken sleep, <br>And the night-wanderer sighs--compell'd to roam; <br>While the poor shiver, for their huts unkind <br>Bar thee not out, thou searching autumn wind! <br>VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back to the barren hill and lonely glen! <br>Here let the wandering of thy echoes cease; <br>Sadly thou soundest to the hearts of men,-- <br>Hush thy wild voice, and let the earth have peace; <br>Or, if no chain thy restless will can bind, <br>Sweep thro' the desert, moaning autumn wind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</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=353984" data-title="The Autumn Wind de Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton" data-description="I. HUSH, moaning autumn wind! be still, be still! Thy grieving voice forbiddeth hearts to rest; We hear thee sweeping down the lonely hill, And mournful thoughts crowd o'er the human breast. Why wilt thou haunt us, with thy voice unkind, Sad..."></div> </div> </div>

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