Autumn it was when droop'd the sweetest flow'rs,
And rivers, swoll'n with pride, o'erlook'd the banks;
Poor grew the day of summer's golden hours,
And void of sap stood Ida's cedar-ranks.
The pleasant meadows sadly lay
In chill and cooling sweats
By rising fountains, or as they
Fear'd winter's wastfull threats.
The Shepherd's Pipe.
Autumn
William Browne
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Poem topics: autumn, fear, poor, pride, summer, winter, void, golden, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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