| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| I WILL not rail, or grieve when torpid eld | |
| Frosts the slow-journeying blood, for I shall see | |
| The lovelier leaves hang yellow on the tree, | |
| The nimbler brooks in icy fetters held. | |
| Methinks the aged eye, that first beheld | 5 |
| The fitful ravage of December wild, | |
| Then knew himself indeed dear Nature’s child, | |
| Seeing the common doom, that all compell’d. | |
| No kindred we to her beloved broods, | |
| If, dying these, we drew a selfish breath; | 10 |
| But one path travel all her multitudes, | |
| And none dispute the solemn Voice that saith: | |
| “Sun, to thy setting; to your autumn, woods; | |
| Stream, to thy sea; and man, unto thy death!” | |
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