<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450322" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By an Autumn Fire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now at our casement the wind is shrilling, <br>Poignant and keen <br>And all the great boughs of the pines between <br>It is harping a lone and hungering strain <br>To the eldritch weeping of the rain; <br>And then to the wild, wet valley flying <br>It is seeking, sighing, <br>Something lost in the summer olden. <br>When night was silver and day was golden; <br>But out on the shore the waves are moaning <br>With ancient and never fulfilled desire, <br>And the spirits of all the empty spaces, <br>Of all the dark and haunted places, <br>With the rain and the wind on their death-white faces, <br>Come to the lure of our leaping fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But we bar them out with this rose-red splendor <br>From our blithe domain, <br>And drown the whimper of wind and rain <br>With undaunted laughter, echoing long, <br>Cheery old tale and gay old song; <br>Ours is the joyance of ripe fruition, <br>Attained ambition. <br>Ours is the treasure of tested loving, <br>Friendship that needs no further proving; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more of springtime hopes, sweet and uncertain,<br>Here we have largess of summer in fee­<br>Pile high the logs till the flame be leaping,<br>At bay the chill of the autumn keeping,<br>While pilgrim-wise, we may go a-reaping<br>In the fairest meadow of memory!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lucy+Maud+Montgomery">Lucy Maud Montgomery</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=450322" data-title="By an Autumn Fire de Lucy Maud Montgomery" data-description="Now at our casement the wind is shrilling, Poignant and keen And all the great boughs of the pines between It is harping a lone and hungering strain To the eldritch weeping of the rain; And then to the wild, wet valley flying It is seeking, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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