Fading Away
The green is
fading from each leaf.
The flowers die on the hill
The whispering winds have almost hushed
The murmuring of the rill!
The sun that lit the earth with gold,
While sinking to it’s rest
Has hung a crimson banner out
To brighten up the West.
The song-birds,
too have creased to sing
Among the fading flowers,
And left a requiem sighing there
For summer’s dying hours!
And even Nature seems to mourn,
To watch bright moments die –
Yet fading beauty lingers on
Each leaflet floating by.
How can they say
the summer time
Is sweeter than the fall?
Oh! Are not autumn’s withered leaves
More beautiful that all!
And can the bright blush of the rose
However soft and fair
Be half as lovely as the touch
Of dying beauty there?
Oh ! no – let
others weep to see
The beauteous summer fade –
There is a sweeter charm for me
In autumns mellow shade!
The wither flowers that droop and die—
Each sere and yellow leaf –
Seems but an emblem of this life,
So fading and so brief.
The flush must
fade from every cheek,
The luster from each eye,
And all things beautiful must fade,
For all were made to die!
The smile must leave the laughing-lip
And joyous hours depart,
For death’s cold touch at last will chill
The fountain of the heart
Title: Fading Away
Author: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Estimated Date: 1866- 1870
Media: One column newspaper article, glued to Page 194 of the Ledger of
Captain W. B. Blair
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