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I SAW the forests fade,
    The air was still and grey,
And o'er my soul dismayed
    A heavy sadness lay.

Rough Autumn's hand now slied
    Leaves o'er the silent way
The joy of Summer iled
    Become the Winter's prey.

The sun's life-breathing glance
    Forsakes this dying hour;
The streams no longer dance,
    Bound by the frost's chill power.

Sudden there sweetly rung,
    To me a song so new !
The transit bird it sung.
    As southward fast it flew.

Lilie strokes that cause a spring.
    The song sunk in me deep;
Each note lost joy to bring,
    And cause my heart to leap.

It told of joy forgot.
    Pointed to distant heaven;
Sang, "Soul, forget it not,
    To thee, too, wings are given."

References

["From the German of Geibel"] "Autumn Thoughts." Good Words. (863): facing 743. Inernet Archive. Web. 10 December 2012.

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