Autumn Poem by William Morris

Autumn

Rating: 2.7


Laden Autumn here I stand
Worn of heart, and weak of hand:
Nought but rest seems good to me,
Speak the word that sets me free.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joshua Adeyemi 10 April 2017

Short but meaningful and beautiful. Morris did it!

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Margaret O Driscoll 24 March 2016

Short and sweet poem of Autumn

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