1 min read
Слушать(AI)Autumn Song
Know'st thou not at the fall of the
How the heart feels a languid
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the
Knowest thou not? and how the
Of joys seems--not to suffer pain?
Know'st thou not at the fall of the
How the soul feels like a dried
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
Dante Alighieri
Dante Alighieri (Italian: [ˈdante aliˈɡjɛːri]), probably baptized Durante di Alighiero degli Alighieri and often referred to simply as Dante (/ˈ
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
Sonnet My Lady
My lady carries love within her eyes; All that she looks on is made pleasanter; Upon her path men turn to gaze at her; He whom she greeteth feels his heart to rise,
The Thorn Forest
Then dark with dripping blood it gave a howland cried again: Our damaged branches ache Your pillage maims me Can't you feel at all We who were men are now this barren brake
Sonnet I Muse Over
At whiles (yea oftentimes) I muse The quality of anguish that is Through Love: then pity makes my voice to Saying, Is any else thus, anywhere
Of Beauty and Duty
WO ladies to the summit of my Have clomb, to hold an argument of love The one has wisdom with her from above, For every noblest virtue well designed: