'Twas a fit hour for parting, <br />For athwart the leaden sky <br />The heavy clouds came gathering <br />And sailing gloomily: <br />The earth was drunk with heaven's tears, <br />And each moaning autumn breeze <br />Shook the burthen of its weeping <br />Off the overladen trees. <br />The waterfall rushed swollen down, <br />In the twilight, dim and gray; <br />With a foam-wreath on the angry brow <br />Of each wave that flashed away. <br />My tears were mingling with the rain, <br />That fell so cold and fast, <br />And my spirit felt thy low deep sigh <br />Through the wild and roaring blast. <br />The beauty of the summer woods <br />Lay rustling round our feet, <br />And all fair things had passed away— <br />'Twas an hour for parting meet.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-parting-13/
