{"id":6915,"date":"2017-09-01T15:04:35","date_gmt":"2017-09-01T12:04:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=6915"},"modified":"2017-09-01T15:05:21","modified_gmt":"2017-09-01T12:05:21","slug":"the-autumn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=6915","title":{"rendered":"The Autumn"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The Autumn<\/p>\n

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\nGo, sit upon the lofty hill,
\nAnd turn your eyes around,
\nWhere waving woods and waters wild
\nDo hymn an autumn sound.
\nThe summer sun is faint on them \u2014
\nThe summer flowers depart \u2014
\nSit still \u2014 as all transform\u2019d to stone,
\nExcept your musing heart.
\nHow there you sat in summer-time,
\nMay yet be in your mind;
\nAnd how you heard the green woods sing
\nBeneath the freshening wind.
\nThough the same wind now blows around,
\nYou would its blast recall;
\nFor every breath that stirs the trees,
\nDoth cause a leaf to fall.<\/p>\n

Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth
\nThat flesh and dust impart:
\nWe cannot bear its visitings,
\nWhen change is on the heart.
\nGay words and jests may make us smile,
\nWhen Sorrow is asleep;
\nBut other things must make us smile,
\nWhen Sorrow bids us weep!<\/p>\n

The dearest hands that clasp our hands, \u2014
\nTheir presence may be o\u2019er;
\nThe dearest voice that meets our ear,
\nThat tone may come no more!
\nYouth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
\nWhich once refresh\u2019d our mind,
\nShall come \u2014 as, on those sighing woods,
\nThe chilling autumn wind.<\/p>\n

Hear not the wind \u2014 view not the woods;
\nLook out o\u2019er vale and hill-
\nIn spring, the sky encircled them \u2014
\nThe sky is round them still.
\nCome autumn\u2019s scathe \u2014 come winter\u2019s cold \u2014
\nCome change \u2014 and human fate!
\nWhatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
\nCan ne\u2019er be desolate.<\/p>\n

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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