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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER, by MAHLON LEONARD FISHER
First Line: Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear
Last Line: Tis but the forest letting dead leaves fall.
Subject(s): Fear; November
First Line: Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear
Last Line: Tis but the forest letting dead leaves fall.
Subject(s): Fear; November
Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear,
As kings have heard, and tremble on their thrones;
The old will feel the weight of mossy stones;
The young alone will laugh and scoff at fear.
It is the tread of armies marching near,
From scarlet lands to lands forever pale;
It is a bugle dying down the gale;
It is the sudden gushing of a tear.
And it is hands that grope at ghostly doors;
And romp of spirit children on the pave;
It is the tender sighing of the brave
Who fell, ah! long ago, in futile wars;
It is such sound as death; and, after all,
'Tis but the forest letting dead leaves fall.
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