WHEN the still, sombre evening closes down Amid the autumn preludes of the wood, I feel my soul take on its dreamy mood 'Midst nature's gold and brown. The dear old dreams of June -- blue-bird and rose Have sunk into these sadder phantasies, And once again old buried memories Wake from their long repose. Ah, when I look on Hesper clear and bright, The thought of one dear autumn, sad and cool, Transports me to a bygone forest pool One long gone autumn night. Now that my vision brightens, memory brings That forest opening- sere leaves, the sheen Of moonlight which soft stole the leaves be-tween In their down flutterings. How solemn was the scene- that solitude! Those fulgent woods our holy marriage house Where Zephyrus sang his choral through the boughs To bless us where we stood. Ah, memory! dear conjurer of tears! Bring vividly the vision of that night, When our two hearts pledged by kind nature's rite A union through the years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BARON DE STONNE.....TO FIND HIMSELF BETWEEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE GODS OF THE EARTH BENEATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 24 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE STONECUTTER by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV PROLOGUE FOR MRS. SUTHERLAND'S BENEFIT NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS FOOTSTEPS by PETRONELLA HELEN URASKY CHAPP SONNET: OF THE GRAVE OF SELVAGGIA, ON MONTE DELLA SAMBUCA by CINO DA PISTOIA |