God never made a fairer thing! For Autumn's goldsmith art Has turned the leaves to glistening sheen -- Forgotten is the living green, That clothed them in the Spring. Light filagree, in palest gold, Dark bronze where shadows fall, On bole and bough, the Chinese red Of lacquer, deftly, faintly, spread, With deep jade tints of mold. No artist but the Master could With lingering touch and sure, Transform the tender prince of Spring, Into this gorgeous, glittering king Of Autumn, in the wood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A SUBTERRANEAN CITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MAIDENHOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A CAROL CLOSING SIXTY-NINE by WALT WHITMAN THE HIRED MAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG T.T. IN COMMENDATION OF THE AUTHOR HIS WORKE by RICHARD BARNFIELD JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 1 by WILLIAM BLAKE |