Sixteen Poems

<h2><SPAN name="AEOLIAN_HARP" id="AEOLIAN_HARP"></SPAN>&AElig;OLIAN HARP</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">What is it that is gone, we fancied ours?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Oh what is lost that never may be told?&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">We stray all afternoon, and we may grieve<br/></span> <span class="i0">Until the perfect closing of the night.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Listen to us, thou gray Autumnal Eve,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Whose part is silence. At thy verge the clouds<br/></span> <span class="i0">Are broken into melancholy gold;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The waifs of Autumn and the feeble flow'rs<br/></span> <span class="i0">Glimmer along our woodlands in wet light;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Within thy shadow thou dost weave the shrouds<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of joy and great adventure, waxing cold,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Which once, or so it seemed, were full of might.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Some power it was, that lives not with us now,<br/></span> <span class="i0">A thought we had, but could not, could not hold.<br/></span> <span class="i0">O sweetly, swiftly pass'd:&mdash;air sings and murmurs;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Green leaves are gathering on the dewy bough;<br/></span> <span class="i0">O sadly, swiftly pass'd:&mdash;air sighs and mutters;<br/></span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25"></SPAN>[25]</span> <span class="i0">Red leaves are dropping on the rainy mould.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then comes the snow, unfeatured, vast, and white.<br/></span> <span class="i0">O what is gone from us, we fancied ours?&mdash;<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />