“Most autumns, the water is low from the long dry summer, and you have to get out from time to time and wade, leading or dragging your boat through trickling shallows from one pool to the long channel-twisted pool below, hanging up occasionally on shuddering bars of quicksand, making six or eight miles in a day's lazy work, but if you go to the river at all, you tend not to mind. You are not in a hurry there; you learned long since not to be.” IfsMindLongWaterSixSummerLowsRiversEightMilesBarsBoatDryLazyAutumnPoolTwistedWadeQuicksandShuddering Book:Goodbye to a river: a narrative Source: Goodbye to a river: a narrative
“Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall make them flame; silent and whist The drooping cherry orchards of October Like mournful pennons hang their shriveling leaves Russet and orange: all things now decay; Long since ye garnered in your autumn sheaves, And sad the robins pipe at set of day.” LongSeemsLandAll ThingsBlueSilentWoodsFlamesAutumnDecayHungSoberOrangeVeilsMistPipeOctoberFrostCherriesRobinsOrchard Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind Stirs the forest leaves, From the field the reapers sing Binding up their sheaves: And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, "The mill cannot grind With the water that is past.” MindLongPastWaterHoursFieldsWindCastsForestsWheelsAutumnSpellsGrindMillsBindingLong DayReaperAutumn Wind Book:Sarah Doudney: Selected Poems and Hymns Source: Sarah Doudney: Selected Poems and Hymns