I see again
the leaves of Autumn in the winding Glen
Russet and gold they shimmer in the rain
and then -
I see again
The little river thrusting thro' the Glen
Its troubled waters flung with might and main
and then -
I see the silent river
And dead leaves stiff with rime
While soft the snow falls ever
For now't is winter time
I see again-
The dancing daffodils, and, hearing song
Of cockoo, know that summer comes ere long
And then-
In village gardens flowers
Fresh-stained in myriad hues
And people passing hours
Telling the village news
I see it all
And hear the gossip when it comes my way
But, absent, distant, tho' now survey, recall.