Thomas Hardy — Autumn in Kings Hintock Park

Here by the baring bough        &nbsp Raking up leaves, Often I ponder how        &nbsp Springtime deceives, - I, an old woman now,        &nbsp Raking up leaves. Here in the avenue        &nbsp Raking up leaves, Lords' ladies pass in view,        &nbsp Until one heaves Sighs at life's russet hue,        &nbsp Raking up leaves! Just as my shape you see        &nbsp Raking up leaves, I saw, when fresh and free,        &nbsp Those memory weaves Into grey ghosts by me,        &nbsp Raking up leaves. Yet, Dear, though one may sigh,        &nbsp Raking up leaves, New leaves will dance on high -        &nbsp Earth never grieves! - Will not, when missed am I        &nbsp Raking up leaves.