ONE pale November day Flying Summer paused, They say: And growing bolder, O'er rosy shoulder Threw her lover such a glance That Autumn's heart began to dance. (O happy lover!) A leafless peach-tree bold Thought for him she smiled, I'm told; And, stirred by love, His sleeping sap did move, Decking each naked branch with green To show her that her look was seen! (Alas, poor lover!) But Summer, laughing, fled, Nor knew he loved her! 'T is said The peach-tree sighed, And soon he gladly died: And Autumn, weary of the chase Came on at Winter's sober pace (O carless lover!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITCH-WIFE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SECOND MOTHERHOOD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS THORWALDSEN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A SPRING SONG by MATHILDE BLIND A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 18 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE SINKING OF THE VICTORIA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |