When Autumn Lay Like a Drawn Sword in the Hills by Thomas McEvilley

When autumn lay like a drawn sword in the hills
And chilled us with its deathly radiance,
We flushed like leaves that beauty’s fever kills
And asked what lover loves with permanence.

And rising to the trail we rode away
From fever of that blade, and would not see
Where all around the dreams of lovers lay
Which once the summer guarded jealously.

And autumnstruck we would not hear the song
That echoes in the painful hearts of these
Who lingered by love’s fountain overlong
And lost their dreams among the fallen leaves.

From: http://hyperallergic.com/111136/thomas-mcevilley-and-autumnstruck-we-would-not-hear-the-song/

Date: c1964

By: Thomas McEvilley (1939-2013)

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