William Allingham Quotes
1824–1889 Ireland
William Allingham (19 March 1824 – November 18, 1889) was an Irish man of letters and poet.
Also known as: Allingham, William
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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men.
Winds and waters keep
A hush more dead than any sleep.
Scarcely a tear to shed;
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a Summer's day;
Sweet Love is dead.
Everything passes and vanishes;
Everything leaves its trace;
And often you see in a footstep
What you could not see in a face.
Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay!
She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
Oh, bring again my heart's content,
Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring
Lies open, writ in blossoms.
Out of the city, far away
With spring to-day!
Where copses tufted with primrose
Give me repose,
Wood-sorrel and wild violet
Soothe my soul's fret.
Put a mossy stone,
With mortal name and date, a harp
And bunch of wild flowers, carven sharp;
Then leave it free to winds that blow,
And patient mosses creeping; slow,
And wandering wings, and footsteps rare
Of human creature pausing there.
Autumn's the mellow time.