Portent hangs low in blue September skies As beauty quickens to the challenged fling Of death. Now the least flutter of a wing Holds deep significance; each shadow lies Submissive, nor the law of change denies The mutable transition. Deep yearnings cling To heart and mind yet hold grave questioning Of amber days that fade to watching eyes. The world has never been so richly blessed With loveliness, nor man so great a range From sea to sea, nor has his heart possessed Such humble and exotic things. How strange, Incomprehensible that life is pressed To peace and silence by this vivid change! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LOVELY CHANCE by SARA TEASDALE A CLEVER WOMAN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE TO A FAT LADY SEEN FROM THE TRAIN by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE WORD by WILLIAM WALSHAM HOW SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |