David MacDonald Ross

(1865 / Australia)

Autumn - Poem by David MacDonald Ross

When, with low moanings on the distant shore,
   Like vain regrets, the ocean-tide is rolled:
   When, thro' bare boughs, the tale of death is told
By breezes sighing, "Summer days are o'er";
When all the days we loved -- the days of yore --
   Lie in their vaults, dead Kings who ruled of old --
   Unrobed and sceptreless, uncrowned with gold,
Conquered, and to be crowned, ah! never more.

If o'er the bare fields, cold and whitening
   With the first snow-flakes, I should see thy form,
And meet and kiss thee, that were enough of Spring;
   Enough of sunshine, could I feel the warm
Glad beating of thy heart 'neath Winter's wing,
   Tho' Earth were full of whirlwind and of storm.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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