(2 December 1922 - / Washington, D. C.)

Autumn

MILD is the parting year, and sweet
   The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
   And balmless is its closing day.

I wait its close, I court its gloom,
   But mourn that never must there fall
Or on my breast or on my tomb
   The tear that would have soothed it all.

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Very sweet poem, in spite of all those short breaks, your affection endured with good strength. I like the two lines the best. And each time I returned to you With ever swelling heart. relly enjoyed it, thanks for sharing.
Lovely poem. Very heart warming. In Stanza 5, line 2, did you mean “from places I can’t name: ” Like the way you write the years; especially, five and ten and ten (makes one think) . Don’t know what you mean by the sentence “left me spinning like a top.”
It is sad when one has to leave family to make a living, Done too often. I job is always the third person... Good writing, it seems like there is a reunion that is good.. Cat
This bond of love and marriage is an inspiration. Wonderful write.
The close affection and love of the poet to his family but the limited opportunity to live together seems to be the theme behind the poem and shows the difficulties of a responsible officer who is bound to live away from his home long time on account of his official responsibilities. The poem is written well to understand to a reader in its spirit.
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