In Autumn Poem by John Bannister Tabb

In Autumn



Now that the birds are gone
That sang the summer through,
And now that, one by one,
The leaves are going too,
Is all their beauty but a show
To fade for ever when they go?


Nay; what is heard and seen,
In time must pass away;
But Beauty, born within,-
The blossom of a day-
Unto its hiding place again
Returns for ever to remain.

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