Saturday, September 2, 2017

Untitled poem ("I mark the summer's swift decline") by Henry David Thoreau

Here is an untitled poem from The Complete Poetical Works of Henry David Thoreau (2015), written by Henry David Thoreau.

I mark the summer's swift decline
The springing sward its grave clothes weaves
Whose rustling woods the gales confine
The aged year turns on its couch of leaves.
Oh could I catch the sounds remote
Could I but tell to human ear --
The strains which on the breezes float
And sing the requiem of the dying year.

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
American writer

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