SPRING'S over, over. The gold meadows tarnish, The gold dims, heavy-leaved hedges darken, The primal light diminishes. I look, look back, and hearken Now but to faint and ever fainter echoes. Summer lays siege, and Spring's brief fire finishes. Never was such a glory as this Spring glory, Never a cloudy navy of such brightness Moving all day to nights serener. But I, who shared that lightness, Feel already the season's weight more sombre, Already the leaves falling, and the brave boughs grown leaner. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL THAT'S PAST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE AFTER APPLE PICKING by ROBERT FROST AUF WIEDERSEHEN! SUMMER by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL BRIDAL BALLAD by EDGAR ALLAN POE ON THE SITE OF A MULBERRY-TREE PLANTED BY SHAKESPEARE ... by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE |