Shadows in Autumn–Poem Excerpt by De La Mare

From “The Empty House”
by Walter De La Mare

Mute shadows creeping slow
Mark how the hours go.
Every stone is mouldering slow.
And the least winds that blow
Some minutest atom shake,
Some fretting ruin make
In roof and walls.

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