Adown the track that skirts the shallow stream
I wandered with blank mind; a bypath drew
My aimless steps aside, and, ere I knew,
The forest closed around me like a dream.
The gold-strewn sward, the horizontal gleam
Of the low sun, pouring its splendors through
The far-withdrawing vistas, filled the view,
And everlasting beauty was supreme.
I knew not past or future; 'twas a mood
Transcending time and taking in the whole.
I was both young and old; my lost childhood,
Years yet unlived, were gathered round one goal;
And death was there familiar. Long I stood,
And in eternity renewed my soul.
An Autumn Walk
W. M. Mackeracher
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Poem topics: beauty, childhood, death, dream, future, lost, sun, time, soul, eternity, young, long, mind, goal, supreme, mood, gold, view, stream, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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