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Autumn Leaves
Juliana Horatia Ewing

The Spring's bright tints no more are seen,
And Summer's ample robe of green
Is russet-gold and brown;
When flowers fall to every breeze
And, shed reluctant from the trees,
The leaves drop down.

A sadness steals about the heart,
--And is it thus from youth we part,
And life's redundant prime?
Must friends like flowers fade away,
And life like Nature know decay,
And bow to time?

And yet such sadness meets rebuke,
From every copse in every nook
Where Autumn's colours glow;
How bright the sky! How full the sheaves!
What mellow glories gild the leaves
Before they go.

Then let us sing the jocund praise,
In this bright air, of these bright days,
When years our friendships crown;
The love that's loveliest when 'tis old--
When tender tints have turned to gold
And leaves drop down.


This poem is in the public domain.



Juliana Horatia Gatty Ewing (1841 –885) was an English writer, editor, and artist. Daughter of a preacher and a successful children’s book author, she and her siblings were home-schooled and Julie, as she was called, demonstrated a knack for storytelling early on. She lived briefly in Canada after marrying a British officer, and found much inspiration in the people, sights, and adventures she discovered there. Julie wrote primarily for children; her work is noted for its simplicity, detail, and humor.  One of her stories, “The Brownies,” inspired the name of the first level of Girl Scouts.




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What a beautifully written poem. Wonderful sentiments.
Posted 10/22/2016 07:39 AM
A perfect poem to honor & celebrate the YDP gathering in Black Mountain---an autumn heaven!
Posted 10/22/2016 06:52 AM
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