SAD-HEARTED spirit of the solitudes, Who comest through the ruin-wedded woods! Gray-gowned with fog, gold-girdled with the gloom Of tawny twilights; burdened with perfume Of rain-wet uplands, chilly with the mist; And all the beauty of the fire-kissed Cold forests crimsoning thy indolent way, Odorous of death and drowsy with decay. I think of thee as seated 'mid the showers Of languid leaves that cover up the flowers, -- The little flower-sisterhoods, whom June Once gave wild sweetness to, as to a tune A singer gives her sours wild melody, -- Watching the squirrel store his granary. Or, 'mid old orchards I have pictured thee: Thy hair's profusion blown about thy back; One lovely shoulder bathed with gypsy black; Upon thy palm one nestling check, and sweet The rosy russets tumbled at thy feet. Was it a voice lamenting for the flowers? A heart-sick bird that sang of happier hours? A cricket dirging days that soon must die? Or did the ghost of Summer wander by? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND by PHOEBE CARY BETRAYAL by HESTER H. CHOLMONDELEY CINQUAIN: SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY IDEA: TO THE READER OF THESE SONNETS, INTRODUCTION by MICHAEL DRAYTON SONG: TO CELIA by PHILOSTRATUS |