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Alfred H. Miles, ed.  Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century.  1907.
 
Poems.
XVII. “I Hear a Voice Low in the Sunset Woods”
By Frances Anne Kemble (1809–1893)
 
    I HEAR a voice low in the sunset woods;
      Listen, it says: “Decay, decay, decay.”
    I hear it in the murmuring of the floods,
      And the wind sighs it as it flies away.
Autumn is come; seest thou not in the skies        5
The stormy light of his fierce, lurid eyes?
Autumn is come; his brazen feet have trod,
Withering and scorching, o’er the mossy sod.
The fainting year sees her fresh flowery wreath
Shrivel in his hot grasp; his burning breath,        10
Dries the sweet water-springs that in the shade
Wandering along, delicious music made.
A flood of glory hangs upon the world,
Summer’s bright wings shining ere they are furled.
 
 
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