An Anthology of Modern Bohemian Poetry/Autumn Causerie
AUTUMN CAUSERIE
IV.
Alas! youth fades, the inmost longing wanes,
Wild roses in their season clustering bloomed,
But on some autumn morning there remains
A twig, thorn-laden, doomed.
And shallow joy, frail bliss and moments sweet,
The ruthless time into the distance carries,
The summer-tide of life, so fleet, so fleet,
And a long autumn tarries.
Our lot is sad. By coming into life
We are but into Death's dominion borne,
Whereof are sorrow, woes, our livelong strife
An overture forlorn.
Our soul can foster for a span of hours
Only the thoughts from which the tears can flow,
Like fallow-land, whereon there bloom no flowers,
But only brambles grow.
"Third Book of Lyrics".
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929. The longest-living author of this work died in 1970, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 53 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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