And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.


October. A Sonnet (1866)

William Cullen Bryant Quotes

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death.