Robert Fuller Murray

(1863 - 1894 / United States)

Ichabod - Poem by Robert Fuller Murray

Gone is the glory from the hills,
The autumn sunshine from the mere,
Which mourns for the declining year
In all her tributary rills.

A sense of change obscurely chills
The misty twilight atmosphere,
In which familiar things appear
Like alien ghosts, foreboding ills.

The twilight hour a month ago
Was full of pleasant warmth and ease,
The pearl of all the twenty-four.
Erelong the winter gales shall blow,
Erelong the winter frosts shall freeze -
And oh, that it were June once more!


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Read poems about / on: june, winter, sunshine, autumn, change



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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