The dewdrop lives for half a day


Green fields no more the summer views

All sickened into ripened hues
Of brown & grey & darksome glooms
That mark the path where autumn comes
& in each woodlands buried way
The dewdrop lives for half the day
Dank mists oft creep 'twixt earth and sky
& dreaming dim the mornings eye

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