A KEEN west wind from the hills away, A rustle of curled brown leaves, A blazon of colors, -- O Autumn day, How Memory subtly weaves Into your scents and leaf-lit fires Hopes and dreamings and dead desires. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 13 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET (ON RECEIVING A LETTER INFORMING ME OF THE BIRTH OF A SON) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS by JAMES HOGG WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 15 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) THE RHYME OF SIR LAUNCELOT BOGLE; A LEGEND OF GLASGOW by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |