The feeble leafs decline, Enshrined in downing deep The mourn abandoned plains, Laid down in sombre sleep Misty shades engulf the sky Like past, worn memories The bird`s song fills the whispering breeze With autumns melody
The lunar pale grim shape At evening`s sight renews It`s silented wail relieves Repressed thoughts anew I hear the lonesome choir Of fortunes past my way Disdained in fiery weeps Throughout my every day These skies I hail and treasure thee, Most pleasant misery Not pittes thorn I shelter thine Mysterious harmony
Draw on most pleasant night Shade my lorn exposed sight For my grief`s when shadows told Shall be eased in mist enfold Why should the foolish`s hope Thy unborn passioned cry Exhaust unheard Beneath this pleasent sky? For if the dusking day declined Could delight be far behind?
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