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I MARK THE SUMMER'S SWIFT DECLINE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU

Poet Analysis

Last Line: And sing the requiem of the dying year
Subject(s): SUMNMER; TRANSCIENCE;
I mark the Summer's swift decline
The springing sward its grave clothes weaves
Whose rustling woods the gales confine
The aged year turns on its couch of leaves.

O could I catch the sounds remote
Could I but tell to human ear
The strains which on the breezes float
And sing the requiem of the dying year.



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