12 FEBRUARY 1876, Page 12
POETRY.
LIFE.
On sadness of decay !
The Autumn fields are grey, And long-forgotten is the hedge-row tune; How sick the shattered fern, How harsh the woods and stern, How pale and palsied is the afternoon !
Oh gladness of decay !
The wild buds store the May, The hushed lanes listen for the blackbird's song ; The dumb trees hoard their strength, The shy fern peeps, at length Old Death is quickened, and the days are long.
H. D. R
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