Autumn
Autumn
Thomas Ernest Hulme
Thomas Ernest Hulme
Thomas Ernest Hulme
A touch of cold in the Autumn nightm35
A touch of cold in the autumn nightm35
I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red faced farmer.
See a red moon leaning on the hedge, like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded, And round about were the wistful stars
I didn't stop and talk, but just nodded, surrounded by meditative stars,
With white faces like town children.
Fairy faces, like children in the city.