Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain! Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne, Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land, Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain! Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended So long beneath the heaven's o'erhanging eaves; Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended; Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves; And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RESPECTABILITY by ROBERT BROWNING THE DOOR-BELL by CHARLOTTE BECKER MY GARDEN by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK PARAPHRASE; FAILURE AND SUCCESS by LEVI BISHOP A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 38 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |