- Category: Community Poetry
- Written by mellowood
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The Omnious Bells
Already the air is scent with wintry breath;
The omnious signs rise evocative with time,
Claiming worth in nature`s beauty tainted
And the chill breezes solemnly in rageful haste.
Beauty and sophistry be in a mocking run;
Each employ another in frivolity best,
Making humour in deluge in their perfect heaven:
Like the passed summer their joy will taint.
Ah!Hell hath no fury like a subdued scorn
Of summer;like a weeping child in a deep cry,
Clings the lost glory of the orchestrator
Panting to an end slowly with every shutting day.
Come Autumn the season of romance,
Make youth employ reason and sense.
The omnious signs rise evocative with time,
Claiming worth in nature`s beauty tainted
And the chill breezes solemnly in rageful haste.
Beauty and sophistry be in a mocking run;
Each employ another in frivolity best,
Making humour in deluge in their perfect heaven:
Like the passed summer their joy will taint.
Ah!Hell hath no fury like a subdued scorn
Of summer;like a weeping child in a deep cry,
Clings the lost glory of the orchestrator
Panting to an end slowly with every shutting day.
Come Autumn the season of romance,
Make youth employ reason and sense.