Arthur Maquarie

Here you will find the Poem Autumn Eve of poet Arthur Maquarie

Autumn Eve

The yellow poplar leaves have strown 
Thy quiet mound, thou slumberest 
Where winter's winds will be unknown; 
So deep thy rest, 
So deep thy rest. 

Sleep on, my love, thy dreams are sweet, 
If thou hast dreams: the flowers I brought 
I lay aside for passing feet, 
Thou needest nought, 
Thou needest, needest nought. 

The grapes are gather'd from the hills, 
The wood is piled, the song bird gone, 
The breath of early evening chills; 
My love, my love, sleep on; 
My love, my love, sleep on