Pale on its stalk, the aster flower Exhales its beauty to the night; The dry leaves scatter on the grass, Brown flecks on bits of jade. The haze of autumn hides the trees, To-night shall be turned the hour-glass of my life; Now all my thoughts going homewards In the distance are singing songs of you. Purple and gold, the aster flower Is an image of my autumnal love: Its golden centre is like a torch To kindle joy in the long still night, A torch of love with violet rays, Grief at its enigmatic heart: Frail clustered flower of my dreams, You shall bloom to-night, you shall bloom to-night! The city is like an aster flower, Out of the city I come to you, Out of the purple heart of the night, Swifter than song, lighter than light. Purple and gold, my aster flower, I am the wind of the autumn night: I look in your eyes, you breathe my breath, We rest together till dawn has come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL TO D.C.: 2. PRAYER TO PERSEPHONE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ON A CORNELIAN HEART WHICH WAS BROKEN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WHAT THE FROGS SING by PHOEBE CARY THE FERRY by CH'IEN WEN OF LIANG THE SHOSHANAH by GEORGE E. CHODOWSKY THE TREE AND THE STAR by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - FEBRUARY/MARCH 1804 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |