J.Kasprowicz - Zasnuły się senne góry.docx

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Zasnuły się senne góry                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Zasnuły się senne góry                                                                                                                                            W mgławą jesienną oponę                                                                                                                              Słońce nad nimi się pali,                                                                                                                              Wyzłaca pola skoszone.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Kurz osiadł na jesionach,                                                                                                                              Na brzozach liść się czerwieni -                                                                                                                              O smutna godzino rozłąki,                                                                                                                              O smutna , cicha jesieni!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Odchodzę , bo czas mnie woła….                                                                                                                Ślad po mnie czyż tu zostanie?                                                                                    ...