Two Poems after the Death of his Wife
1
Through early autumn woods I seek alone
By paths too quickly strewn with gold and red
The hidden forest-ways she wanders on,
Unseen, beyond some turning just ahead.
2
How sad to gaze upon the shore
Where hand in hand I wandered
With a maiden vanished
As leaves fall from the trees!
Through early autumn woods I seek alone
By paths too quickly strewn with gold and red
The hidden forest-ways she wanders on,
Unseen, beyond some turning just ahead.
2
How sad to gaze upon the shore
Where hand in hand I wandered
With a maiden vanished
As leaves fall from the trees!
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