October Woods
A MOOD
O BLAZING woods, lit up with splendors rare!
To sing your state, methinks, were but akin
To his essay whose mocking violin
Sang burning Rome. These bright, bright robes you wear
Have charms too perilous, because they bear
The seal of Death. If only we could win
Your old look back, and stand once more within
Your aisles of greenness!
Ah! this show and glare
But mean our banishment. Dear doomid woods,
Where we have wandered the gay summer long,
Soft, flickering sunshine and the wild bird's song
Making like Eden your sweet solitudes —
A flaming sword guards all your gates, in guise
Of light and beauty: farewell, Paradise!
O BLAZING woods, lit up with splendors rare!
To sing your state, methinks, were but akin
To his essay whose mocking violin
Sang burning Rome. These bright, bright robes you wear
Have charms too perilous, because they bear
The seal of Death. If only we could win
Your old look back, and stand once more within
Your aisles of greenness!
Ah! this show and glare
But mean our banishment. Dear doomid woods,
Where we have wandered the gay summer long,
Soft, flickering sunshine and the wild bird's song
Making like Eden your sweet solitudes —
A flaming sword guards all your gates, in guise
Of light and beauty: farewell, Paradise!
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