Excerpt from The Earthly Paradise, Vol. 3: A Poem Green grows the grass upon the dewy slope Beneath thy gold-hung, grey-leaved apple-tree Moveless, e'en as the autumn fain would be That shades its sad eyes from the rising sun And weeps at eve because the day is done. What vision wilt thou give me, autumn morn, To make thy pensive sweetness more complete? What tale, ne'er to be told, of folk unborn? What images of grey-clad damsels sweet Shall cross thy sward with dainty noiseless feet? What nameless shamefast longings made alive, Soft-eyed September, will thy sad heart give? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.