Now autumn leaf-fires have come to this; Wrapt in a shining chrysalis, Stony creek-bed and rutted hill Swathed in cerements white and chill. Let no footstep the magic mar Till warm spring sunlight bares each scar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD STANZAS FOR MUSIC (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AD LESBIAM by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS TELL'S BIRTHPLACE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SIMON THE CYRENIAN SPEAKS by COUNTEE CULLEN HOLY SONNET: ANNUNCIATION by JOHN DONNE A PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE by FRANCES (FANNY) MACARTNEY GREVILLE |