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Longfellow,
Henry Wadsworth
An American poet.. American poet and educator
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Autumn Within
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Written by:
Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow
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It is autumn; not without
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.
Birds are darting through the air,
Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere,
Save within my lonely breast.
There is silence: the dead leaves
Fall and rustle and are still;
Beats no flail upon the sheaves,
Comes no murmur from the mill.
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