Out of the Infinite Unknown Plan There is born a wonderful Day. -- The earth is clad in a tawn-gold sheen, The leaves are casting aside their green, And the field flowers whispering sway. Sing, Oh Earth, a carol of bloom, While the wind lute wafts its wild perfume, Hush the sounds of sorrow and gloom With the lilt of your magic lay! You are breath of the Orient, fragrant, bland, Beautiful Autumn Day! Into the haze of the mellow dusk You are gliding, Wonderful Day -- To be drenched in a sea of dewy bliss, To be lulled to sleep by the moonbeams' kiss, While you fade into shadows gray. A star hangs low in the eastern sky, There's a cricket's fife and a bird's lone cry, And the restless night winds sob and sigh As you silently steal away. Sleep and dream in your shroud of mist, Beautiful Autumn Day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY by ROBERT BURNS A GAGE D'AMOUR by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE CORAL INSECT by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT by JONATHAN SWIFT THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER by WALT WHITMAN THIS WAY FOR ROMANCE by BERTON BRALEY AN EPISTLE THROWN INTO A RIVER IN A BALL OF WAX by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |