Poems and Prose Remains, Vol II

A Song of Autumn

Arthur Hugh Clough

MY WIND is turned to bitter north,
    That was so soft a south before;
My sky, that shone so sunny bright,
    With foggy gloom is clouded o’er
My gay green leaves are yellow-black,
    Upon the dank autumnal floor;
For love, departed once, comes back
    No more again, no more.
A roofless ruin lies my home,
    For winds to blow and rains to pour;
One frosty night befell, and lo,
    I find my summer days are o’er:
The heart bereaved, of why and how
    Unknowing, knows that yet before
It had what e’en to Memory now
    Returns no more, no more.

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