European Elegies/Autumn (1)/Autumn

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15.AUTUMN

The wailing wind of autumn sobs in painBy wet untrodden paths that thread the night;In heavy eddyings its vapors smiteStrange swaths of gloom across the sodden plain.
Disconsolate and shadowless it rendsThe ragged yellow garments of the trees,Pausing in grief above each lifeless glade,Helplessly savage over hope's decease. . .Its writhing length upon the earth is laid,And then once more in moaning it ascends.
By lonely paths among the haggard hillsIt lays the pallid leaves in humid heaps;Sleepless it wanders till its wailing fillsThe world with clamor of a thousand deeps.


From the Bulgarian of Sirak Skitnik.

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