<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358478" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Autumn Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See! the pale autumn dawn<br>Is faint, upon the lawn<br> That lies in powdered white<br> Of hoar-frost dight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now from tree to tree<br>The ghostly mist we see<br> Hung like a silver pall<br> To hallow all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It wreathes the burdened air<br>So strangely everywhere<br> That I could almost fear<br> This silence drear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where no one song-bird sings<br>And dream that wizard things<br> Mighty for hate or love<br> Were close above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White as the fog and fair<br>Drifting through the middle air<br> In magic dances dread<br> Over my head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet these should know me too<br>Lover and bondman true,<br> One that has honoured well<br> The mystic spell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of earth’s most solemn hours<br>Wherein the ancient powers<br> Of dryad, elf, or faun<br> Or leprechaun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft have their faces shown<br>To me that walked alone<br> Seashore or haunted fen<br> Or mountain glen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherefore I will not fear<br>To walk the woodlands sere<br> Into this autumn day<br> Far, far away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clive+Staples+Lewis">Clive Staples Lewis</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=358478" data-title="The Autumn Morning de Clive Staples Lewis" data-description="See! the pale autumn dawn Is faint, upon the lawn That lies in powdered white Of hoar-frost dight And now from tree to tree The ghostly mist we see Hung like a silver pall To hallow all. It wreathes the burdened air So strangely everywhere ..."></div> </div> </div>

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