...strange sympathy with ebbing life; what a yearning leave-taking of familiar things is in the words, ' Ah! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...strange sympathy with ebbing life ; what a yearning leave-taking of familiar things is in the words, ' Ah ! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...despair, Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...despair Kise in the heart, and gather in the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn field, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on the sail That brings our friends up from the under world j Sad as the last which saddens over one That...

...despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking on the days that aro no moro. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...the under-world, Sad as the last which reddens over me. That sinks with all we love below the verge, So cad, so fresh, the days that are no more Hoed....

...despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. " Fresh as the first...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...despair, Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...