THERE comes, from yonder height, A soft repining sound, Where forest-leaves are bright, And fall, like flakes of light, To the ground. It is the autumn breeze, That, lightly floating on, Just skims the weedy leas, Just stirs the glowing trees, And is gone. He moans by sedgy brook, And visits, with a sigh, The last pale flowers that look, From out their sunny nook, At the sky. O'er shouting children flies That light October wind, And, kissing cheeks and eyes, He leaves their merry cries Far behind, And wanders on to make That soft uneasy sound By distant wood and lake, Where distant fountains break From the ground. No bower where maidens dwell Can win a moment's stay; Nor fair untrodden dell; He sweeps the upland swell, And away! Mourn'st thou thy homeless state? O soft, repining wind! That early seek'st and late The rest it is thy fate Not to find. Not on the mountain's breast, Not on the ocean's shore, In all the East and West: The wind that stops to rest Is no more. By valleys, woods, and springs, No wonder thou shouldst grieve For all the glorious things Thou touchest with thy wings And must leave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I PAY MY DEBT FOR LAFAYETTE AND ROCHAMBEAU' by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TUOL SLENG: POL POT'S PRISON by KAREN SWENSON ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY by THOMAS HOOD THE BARD'S ANNUAL DEFIANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AN EVENING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM CHEMISTRY OF A POEM by CAROLYN AUSTIN |