Friday, September 10, 2004


We've had a cool, rainy summer, and now it's bizarrely hot outside, but I'm posting this anyway because the leaves are still turning and the equinox is coming up. I liked these bits from Thomas Hood's "Autumn", very gloomy and Romantic.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn...

O go and sit with her, and be o'ershaded
Under the languid downfall of her hair:
She wears a coronal of flowers faded
Upon her forehead, and a face of care;—
There is enough of wither'd everywhere
To make her bower,—and enough of gloom...

There is enough of sorrowing, and quite
Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear,—
Enough of chilly droppings for her bowl;
Enough of fear and shadowy despair,
To frame her cloudy prison for the soul!

Sounds like something Marianne Dashwood would like.


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