O, thou art like an autumn to my days, Shining in still, sweet light on lonelier hours Of yellowing leaves, and well-nigh faded flowers; In thy dear sight the birds renew their lays, But with how faint a cheer! how meek their praise Rememb'ring April gone! -- his crystal showers, His heav'n-surmounting wind-engirdled towers, And all the graveness of his childlike ways. The hours press closer on to winter now; In misty solitudes brief suns arise; And all the wonder now hath left my eyes, And all my heart sinks to remember how Once, once we loved, we who are grown so wise -- Youth vanished, winter coming -- I and thou! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VALSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: 10 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LITTLE GIFFEN by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THE STORM by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE INVITES POETS AND HISTORIANS TO WRITE IN CYNTHIA'S PRAISE by PHILIP AYRES |