What though my years are falling like thy leaves, Oh, Autumn! When the winds are plumed with night-- They have thy colors, thy enameled light, And all the fullness of thy ripened sheaves. Of verdant joys aggressive Time bereaves, And the glad transports of unclouded dawn; But though the shadows deepen on Life's lawn, Rays of serene and solemn...Learn More

Time! thou destroyest the relics of the past, And hidest all the footprints of thy march On shattered column and on crumbled arch, By moss and ivy growing green and fast. Hurled into fragments by the tempest-blast The Rhodian monster lies; the obelisk That with sharp line divided the broad disk Of Egypt's sun, down to the sands was cast: And where...Learn More