Quote#Death
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
Quote byWilliam Cullen Bryant · 1794–1878
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: October. A Sonnet (1866).
English (original)
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
— William Cullen Bryant
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