How lovely these trees are At all times. In the Winter When they stretch their nude arms to Heaven Like daring wantons, And beg the frost-king for his crystal jewels, In the Spring. Clothed in the first green dress So faintly perfumed And trimmed with buds. Later when the Summer guests arrive And all is music and merry-making, How lovely then In their costume of firmer texture And deeper dye. But in the fall, Arrayed in red and gold And spangled with ripened fruit Like giant rubies, 'Tis then that Heaven Throws between Itself and them, That smoky, hazy Autumn veil Lest their beauty be too dazzling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12. A RENUNCIATION by THOMAS CAMPION THE LOST SHEEP by ELIZABETH CECILIA CLEPHANE THE SHOEMAKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AUGUST SUNSET OVER LAKE CHAMPLAIN by FRANK A. BALCH |