• ~ The Autumn ~

    Thursday, September 29, 2011


    ~ The dearest hands that clasp our hands, Their presence may be o'er; ~


    ~ The dearest voice that meets our ear, That tone may come no more! ~


    ~ Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth, Which once refresh'd our mind, ~


    ~ Shall come - as, on those sighing woods, The chilling autumn wind. ~


    ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning ~