Itβs autumn in the country I remember.
How warm a wind blew here about the ways!
And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber
During the long sun-sweetened summer-days.
Itβs cold abroad the country I remember.
The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain
At midday with a wing aslant and limber;
And yellow cattle browsed upon the plain.
Itβs empty down the country I remember.
I had a sister lovely in my sight:
Her hair was dark, her eyes were very sombre;
We sang together in the woods at night.
Itβs lonely in the country I remember.
The babble of our children fills my ears,
And on our hearth I stare the perished ember
To flames that show all starry throβ my tears.
Itβs dark about the country I remember.
There are the mountains where I lived. The path
Is slushed with cattle-tracks and fallen timber,
The stumps are twisted by the tempestsβ wrath.
But that I knew these places are my own,
Iβd ask how came such wretchedness to cumber
The earth, and I to people it alone.
It rains across the country I remember.
Poem -Mnemosyne
BY TRUMBULL STICKNEY
Hair
Magika [01] Tendency
Skin
{AIMI} Skin Anna 01 Natural NEW!
Coat
Lumiere Trench Coat Autumn // Four Seasons Market Autumn Event
Shoes
.:Glow Designs:. Marie Heels Dots Mocca // Cosmopolitan Sale Room
Lamp
‘Vilchoor’ Street Lamp // Four Season Market Autumn Event
Its time for that change to let the leaves fall…..
Mwuahs xxx
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