When, in the gold October dusk, I saw you near to setting, Arcturus, bringer of spring, Lord of the summer nights, leaving us now in autumn, Having no pity on our withering; Oh then I knew at last that my own autumn was upon me, I felt it in my blood, Restless as dwindling streams that still remember The music of their flood. There in the thickening dark a wind-bent tree above me Loosed its last leaves in flight -- I saw you sink and vanish, pitiless Arcturus, You will not stay to share our lengthening night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 7. AFTER THE FAIR by THOMAS HARDY AIR AN' LIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES A CHRISTMAS THOUGHT by MRS. FRANK A. BRECK THE SHOSHANAH by GEORGE E. CHODOWSKY AMOURS DE VOYAGE: CANTO 4 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH VISIONS IN VERSE; AN EPISTLE TO THE READER by NATHANIEL COTTON |