If I walk in Autumn’s even
While the dead leaves pass,
If I look on Spring’s soft heaven,–
Something is not there which was
Winter’s wondrous frost and snow,
Summer’s clouds, where are they now?
Reading Time: < 1 minute
Stanza
Poem
If I walk in Autumn’s even
While the dead leaves pass,
If I look on Spring’s soft heaven,–
Something is not there which was
Winter’s wondrous frost and snow,
Summer’s clouds, where are they now?
