Autumn In King's Hintock Park
Here by the baring bough Raking up leaves, Often I ponder how Springtime deceives, - I, an old woman now, Raking up leaves. Here in the avenue Raking up leaves, Lords' ladies pass in view, Until one heaves Sighs at life's russet hue, Raking up leaves! Just as my shape you see Raking up leaves, I saw, when fresh and free, Those memory weaves Into grey ghosts by me, Raking up leaves. Yet, Dear, though one may sigh, Raking up leaves, New leaves will dance on high - Earth never grieves! - Will not, when missed am I Raking up leaves. 1901.
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