FRANCES
CORNFORD .
AUTUMN
EVENING
.
THE
shadows
flickering , the
daylight
dying ,
And I upon
the
old
red
sofa
lying
,
The
great brown
shadows leaping
up
the
wall
,
The
sparrows
twittering
;
and
that
is
all
.
I
thought
to
send my
soul
to
far
-
off
lands
,
Where
fairies
scamper
on
the wind
-
swept sands
,
Or where the autumn
rain
comes
drumming
down
On
huddled
roofs
in
an
enchanted
town
.
But
,
O
my
sleepy
soul
,
it
will
not
roam
,
It
is
too
happy and
too
warm
at
home
;
With
just
the
shadows leaping
up
the wall
,
The sparrows
twittering
;
and
that
is
all
.
THE MOUNTAINS
IN
WINTER
.
I
INUTTERABLY
far
,
and still
,
and
high
,
The mountains
stand
against
the sunset
sky
,
O
little angry heart
,
against
your will
,
You must
grow
quiet
here
,
and
wise
,
and
still
.
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