Saturday's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
Early Autumn, by Edward Dowden
If while I sit flatter'd by this warm sun
Death came to me, and kissed my mouth and brow,
And eyelids which the warm light hovers through,
I should not count it strange.
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https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2026/09/early-autumn-edward-dowden.html
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