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The Early Poems and Sketches of Thomas Hood, Ed. by His Daughter [f.f. Broderip].
The Early Poems and Sketches of Thomas Hood Ed by His Daughter - f.f. Broderip Author:Thomas Hood General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1869 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: 34 THE DEPARTURE OF SUMMER. Summer is gone on swallows' wings, And Earth has buried all her flowers : No more the lark, -- the linnet -- sings, But Silence sits in faded bowers. There is a shadow on the plain Of Winter ere he comes again, -- There is in woods a solemn sound Of hollow warnings whisper'd round, As Echo in her deep recess For once had turn'd a prophetess. Shuddering Autumn stops to list, And breathes his fear in sudden sighs, With clouded face, and hazel eyes That quench themselves, and hide in mist. Yes, Summer's gone like pageant bright: Its glorious days of golden light Are gone -- the mimic suns that quivei, Then melt in Time's dark-flowing river. Gone the sweetly-scented breeze That spoke in music to the trees; Gone -- for damp and chilly breath, As if fresh blown o'er marble seas, Or newly from the lungs of Death. Gone its virgin roses' blushes, Warm as when Aurora rushes Freshly from the god's embrace, With all her shame upon her face. Old Time hath laid them in the mould; Sure he is blind as well as old, Whose hand relentless never spares Young cheeks so beauty-bright as theirs! Gone are the flame-eyed lovers now From where so blushing-blest they tarried Under the hawthorn's blossom-bough, Gone; for Day and Night are married. All the light of love is fled : -- Alas ! that negro breasts should hide The lips that were so rosy red, At morning and at even-tide ! Delightful Summer! then adieu Till thou shalt visit us anew: But who without regretful sigh Can say, adieu, and see thee fly ? Not he that e'er hath felt thy pow'r, His joy expan...« less