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Poems (Kemble)/Sonnet (I hear a voice low in the sunset woods)

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4529717Poems — SonnetFrances Anne Kemble
SONNET.
I hear a voice low in the sunset woods;
  Listen, it says: "Decay, decay, decay!"
I hear it in the murmuring of the floods,
  And the wind sighs it as it flies away.
Autumn is come; seest thou not in the skies,
The stormy light of his fierce lurid eyes?
Autumn is come; his brazen feet have trod,
Withering and scorching, o'er the mossy sod.
The fainting year sees her fresh flowery wreath
Shrivel in his hot grasp; his burning breath
Dries the sweet water-springs that in the shade
Wandering along, delicious music made.
A flood of glory hangs upon the world,
Summer's bright wings shining ere they are furled.