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I Am The Autumnal Sun

Rating: 3.3
Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature
-- not his Father but his Mother stirs
within him, and he becomes immortal with her
immortality. From time to time she claims
kindredship with us, and some globule
from her veins steals up into our own.

I am the autumnal sun,
With autumn gales my race is run;
When will the hazel put forth its flowers,
Or the grape ripen under my bowers?
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Daphne Grant 12 March 2007
Following his usual line of natural events, the poet here is thinking of himself as getting older. The seasons are his seasons. The mast is dropping in the woods, He sees himself in that, falling prey to old age and falling. Old men become grumpy, represented by by ' The winter is lurking within my moods, and the rustling of the withered leaf' is a constant reminder of the passing of time, of age, and the passing of winter. And the passing of......
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