How well I know what I mean to do
When the long dark autumn-evenings come:
And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue?
With the music of all thy voices, dumb
In life's November too!
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Read this great poetry with profound interest from top to bottom. My favourite part is part 27 among others...loved this timeless verse!
Suddenly needed to remember this poem that I used for my Art Calligraphy O level in 1956. I loved it then and love it still, it took me many hours to write out and illustrate - a real labour of love as Art was an extra subject for me with Miss Studer and Miss Franklin at NSG Northampton. I wish I had it still but alas not after more than 50 years, c'est la vie! !
The long poem of Robert Browning is going on like a river flowing with ease till the end!
long dark autumn evening...poet is overwhelmed with this marvel of nature.In my village also I get this.. cool darknesss descending on standing rice crop in winter.it is also long. I cannot forget it.May be we remain infected with Poets style of perception.
And I turn the page, turn the page. Thanks for sharing it here.
Amazing eloquence and emotions. A beautiful creation in verse with rhythmic splendour.