See, o'er its withering leaves, the musk-rose bend, And scarce a purple aster paints the glade; Yet, cease awhile, ye ruffling winds! to rend This variegated canopy of shade. Here, autumn's touch the rich dark brown bestows, There, mixed with paler leaves of yellow hue, The shining holly's scarlet fruitage glows, And crimson berries stud the deep-green yew. Thou radiant orb! whose mild declining ray Now gilds with gayer tinge this loved retreat, Yet, lingering, still prolong the golden day. -- How vain the wish! no more thy glories meet My dazzled eye; but from the lakes arise Blue mists, and twilight gray involves the blushing skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RELIGION AND DOCTRINE by JOHN MILTON HAY THE HAPPY NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP AYRES NEWS OF THE WORLD: 2 by GEORGE BARKER BAB-LOCK-HYTHE by LAURENCE BINYON CATHERINE TO GREGORY, THE POPE by MARY KATE BLAND DAWN DECORATIONS by EDITH HILL CARNES TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. EARLY MORNING by EDWARD CARPENTER |