successive
autumns
"Is
not this a true autumn day?
Just the still melancholy that I love -
that makes life and nature harmonize.
The birds are consulting about their migrations,
the trees are putting on the hectic
or the pallid hues of decay,
and begin to strew the ground,
that one's very footsteps may not disturb
the repose of earth and air,
while they give us a scent
that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns."
Just the still melancholy that I love -
that makes life and nature harmonize.
The birds are consulting about their migrations,
the trees are putting on the hectic
or the pallid hues of decay,
and begin to strew the ground,
that one's very footsteps may not disturb
the repose of earth and air,
while they give us a scent
that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns."
-
George Eliot
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