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Later Poems
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A Dead Harvest [In Kensington Gardens]
Along the graceless grass of town
They rake the rows of red and brown,
Dead leaves, unlike the rows of hay,
Delicate, neither gold nor grey,
Raked long ago and far away.
A narrow silence in the park;
Between the lights a narrow dark.
One street rolls on the north, and one,
Muffled, upon the south doth run.
Amid the mist the work is done.
A futile crop; for it the fire
Smoulders, and, for a stack, a pyre.
So go the town’s lives on the breeze,
Even as the sheddings of the trees;
Bosom nor barn is filled with these.
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Chicago: Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell, "A Dead Harvest [In Kensington Gardens]," Later Poems, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Later Poems (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed December 6, 2024, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=V6V2R1Z83DK6QDE.
MLA: Meynell, Alice Christiana Thompson. "A Dead Harvest [In Kensington Gardens]." Later Poems, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Later Poems, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 6 Dec. 2024. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=V6V2R1Z83DK6QDE.
Harvard: Meynell, AC, 'A Dead Harvest [In Kensington Gardens]' in Later Poems, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Later Poems, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 6 December 2024, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=V6V2R1Z83DK6QDE.
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