Tranquility is in these autumn days When the ripe leaves fall noiseless to the ground And all the earth reclines without a sound. Color and line are softened by the haze Through which on stubble fields the sifting rays Of sunlight mellow what the frost has browned. A drowsy warmth and deep content surround The barns, and a last lonely cricket plays. This is the year's fulfillment, these rich hours Between the urgent heat and the long cold. How still and shorn of strength seem all the powers Of seed and warmth and rain; how very old The days of labor seem when earth's heart flowers In growing corn and fields of rippled gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRESIDE by NATHANIEL COTTON WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT ZOLA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON UNDER MY WINDOW by THOMAS WESTWOOD WHO SEEKS THE KING by LARENE KING BLEECKER |