Hills where once my love and I
Let the hours go laughing by!
All your woods and dales are sad,-
You have lost your Oread.
Falling leaves! Silent woodlands!
Half your loveliness is fled.
Golden-rod, wither now!
Winter winds, come hither now!
All the summer joy is dead.
There's a sense of something gone
In the grass I linger on.
There's an under-voice that grieves
In the rustling of the leaves.
Pine-clad peaks! Rushing waters!
Glens where we were once so glad!
There's a light passed from you,
There's a joy outcast from you,-
You have lost your Oread.
A Hill Song
Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
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Poem topics: I love you, light, sad, summer, winter, voice, grass, sense, silent, glad, golden, joy, lost, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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