"Ere yet the russet foliage fall I'll climb the mountain's brow, My friend, my Hayman, at thy call, To view the scene below: How sweetly pleasing to behold Forests of vegetable gold! How mixed the many-chequered shades between— The tawny mellowing hue, and the gay, vivid green! How splendid all the sky! how still! How mild the dying gale! How soft the whispers of the rill That winds along the dale! So tranquil Nature's works appear, It seems the Sabbath of the year; As if, the Summer's labour past, she chose This season's sober calm for blandishing repose." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK by WILLIAM COWPER ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL by JOHN DRYDEN CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW KARMA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: THE RARITY OF GENIUS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |