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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575307" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Autumn-Spirit.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the Earth, bedecked with symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign,<br>Makes us think about the season of the flowers with a sigh,<br>When life was lush in every tree-love laughed in every eye,<br>Whilst her lineaments of beauty were imprinted on the sod,<br>When the Spring with Winter wrestled, on that gala-day of God!<br>But the Spring is dead and buried, and the Summer's vital fire,<br>Like a heap of sullen embers, smoulders ready to expire;<br>For the Autumn-Spirit, reigning over mountain, vale and plain,<br>Robes the Earth in royal symbols emblematic of his reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! a singing train of seraphim doth o'er its surface pass!<br>Mark! their flowing robes of flame have singed the green and speary grass!<br>Witness! every tender blade appeareth tipped and tinged with brown,<br>And the hedge is hemmed with rose-leaves, which their wings have shaken down,<br>Though the hind but hears the whirring of ten thousand pinions beat,<br>Sees a cloud of birds of passage trail its shadow by his feet,<br>For the pageantry of Heaven hath escaped his optics dim,<br>And he sees but birds of passage in the God-sent seraphim,<br>While the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the Earth is robed in symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While his tread is on the mountain, through the valley and the plain,<br>Like some Fate-commissioned angel, Desolation tracks his train,<br>And the glory of the Summer and the beauty of the Spring<br>Form a carpet for his feet, a fading, weird, and worn-out thing!<br>And his wings distil an odour, as of corpses in perfume,<br>Warbled through his ghastly whispers sound the sighs of buried bloom,<br>And his accents are dim echoes from the hollow caves of Death,<br>And the wailing woods are withered by his cold and crisping breath,<br>For the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the Earth is robed in symbols of the Autumn-spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the Poet loves to saunter in some unfrequented nook,<br>Or to sit and learn the language of the ever-babbling brook,<br>While its glassy surface mirrors the deep gulf of Heaven's blue,<br>Where the sunny cloud-ships, sailing, point to vapour lands in view,<br>There the river's creeks are mantled with red leaves and yellow foam,<br>And its broken banks are scattered with dead branches dipped in loam,<br>And a wail of desolation through the fading forest hums,<br>And the Winds grow chill by thinking of the Winter ere it comes,<br>While the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the Earth is robed in symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the lily of the valley and the violet of the copse<br>Looked like Thoughts incorporated-like embodied youthful Hopes!<br>Where the golden-tubëd honeysuckle's pipes were interwound<br>With the ruddy-tinted roses breathing scented music round,<br>In the field or the forest, by the verdure-sheltered rills,<br>Where, in green and golden garments, Summer sate among the hills,<br>There the green is growing yellow, and the yellow turning sere,<br>And the Summer Sun, made mellow with the Autumn-Spirit's cheer,<br>Goeth reeling to his slumber every evening more soon,<br>While with nightly brighter lustre glows the silver-mantled Moon;<br>For the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the Earth is robed in symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the sanguine-featured Planet shows her forehead in the west,<br>While a sea of glowing silver rocks the god of day to rest,<br>And, above, a cloudy. canopy of purple tinged with gold<br>In its ruddy-flaming fringes doth the dying Day enfold,<br>And the drapery of Heaven is enwreathed around the brow<br>Of bright Eve, whose maiden blushes bathe the Earth in crimson glow,<br>And that orbëd angel, Vesper, in a flood of rosy light,<br>Laves her glowing limbs a, moment ere she ushers in the Night;<br>Then the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the Evening wears the symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the mellow-voicëd blackbird grows more plaintive in his tone,<br>And weird Fancy in its echo hears the Summer's dying groan,<br>While his tale of blissful sorrow doth the soul as much appal<br>As if some lost angel sang a song of Heaven e'er his fall;<br>Then the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the twilight wears the symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the glow-worm in the coppice on the mossy bank doth lie,<br>Like a jewel that had fallen from Jove's palace in the sky,<br>Or a pebble, by some angel cast o'er Heaven's battlement,<br>That had kindled in its coming by the speed of its descent,<br>And with soft and saintly lustre gleams and glitters on the sod,<br>Like a pearl from Air's blue ocean in the garments of a God!<br>Then the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the Night is robed in symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the roar of distant rivers, through the midnight's ghostly gloom,<br>Utters prophecies of stillness, sadness, silence, and the tomb;<br>When strange minstrelsy is mingled with the boding forest-breath,<br>Like the music of an organ fingered by the hand of Death,<br>While, through sheen and shade, through dusky dells, and moon-illumined bowers,<br>Elves and fairies walk in mourning at the funeral of the Flowers,<br>And a death-dance of pale Shadows is performed around the tomb,<br>Where the yew-trees' sable crosses and the dark-green hollies gloom,<br>Then the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the midnight wears the symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the cloud-fiends dip their fingers in the purple blood of Dawn,<br>And ring Day's rising planet with a sanguine-cinctured zone,<br>Like a flame-enveloped vessel sailing in a sea of gore,<br>Then the sun through sanguine cloud-waves dim-red radiance down doth pour,<br>Which alarms the sleeping valleys, while their streams of purple mist,<br>Rising, wrap the blue hill-summits in a robe of amethyst,<br>And the hoar-frost and the sunlight, met upon the city spire,<br>Make it seem a glowing pyramid of mingled snow and fire,<br>And the trees all tinged with silver, and the buildings touched with white,<br>Show that Winter kissed the Earth beneath the canopy of Night;<br>Then the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the Morn is robed in symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the nuts upon the hazels seem to burn within their husks,<br>Like that ring of sullen fire which Phoebe's shining forehead dusks-<br>Like the bodyguard of Cherubim which belts her bright abode<br>When Old Æolus, the Wind-God, sends his blustering sons abroad;<br>Then the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the bushes bear the symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the clouds appear like phantoms from the castle-keep of Care,<br>And the sky looks pale and lurid as the forehead of Despair,<br>When the Lake appears to labour with the Mountain's mighty form,<br>Wombed within her glassy deeps, to be delivered by the Storm,<br>As a starry midnight Heaven, brooding full of unborn Thought,<br>Waits and watches for the Bard by whom deliverance is brought,<br>When the aspect of the hills becomes more solemn, still, and strange,<br>And all Nature seems prophetic of some dark and deadly change,<br>And the Earth looks up in agony as if her end were nigh,<br>Whilst sable clouds, like sepulchres, hang in the hollow sky;<br>Then the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the weather wears the symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the whirlwinds rock the steeples, and the hurricane sweeps by,<br>And the frown of God hangs glooming in the tempest-laden sky,<br>Till a gleaming gulf of lightning lays the Heart of Heaven bare,<br>And the growls of prisoned Thunder hurtle through the darkened air,<br>Then the giant rocks are splintered, and the oaks are cloven down,<br>And the Alpine crags, unwintered, wear a fierce and fiery crown,<br>While the mingled wrath of Tempests upon mountain, vale and plain,<br>Dashes down a fiery deluge and a surging sea of rain,<br>Till the roads are turned to rivers, and the rivers turned to roads,<br>Where the wealth of golden harvest-shocks the rushing torrent loads,<br>And the roar of rushing rivers, mixed with Ocean's hollow boom,<br>In the language of the Angels seems to sing the Song of Doom;<br>Then the Autumn-Spirit reigneth over mountain, vale and plain,<br>And the Storm is clad in symbols of the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the golden grain is gathered, and the glowing fruit no more,<br>With its purple globes and crimson, makes the branches kiss the floor;<br>And, anon, by wizard Winter in a snowy mantle dressed,<br>Sleeping Nature will be pressing Death's pale image to her breast;<br>For the golden gorgeous splendours of the Summer have decayed,<br>And brown Autumn's ghostly garb is on the Earth's green shoulders laid,<br>While she bows in silent homage to that pale and pensive train<br>Of Stars, that smile down glory on the Autumn-Spirit's reign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Billington">William Billington</a><div class=q>
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