WHEN every leaf has different hue And flames of birch trees blow, And high against November blue The white cloud's bent in bow; When buzzard hawks wheel in the sun, And bracken crowns the Cleave, And autumn stains the heather dun, And wan buds make believe; When droning thresher hums its song And tale of harvest proves, And rusty steers the lane-ways throng, And grey birds flit in droves; Then bird, and beast, and every tree And those few flowers that blow, Against the winter hearten me Who would no winter know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GAGE D'AMOUR by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON PELTERS OF PYRAMIDS by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HIGHER PANTHEISM IN A NUTSHELL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 1 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY MOONSTRUCK by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 11 by BLISS CARMAN THE NIGHT-SCENE; A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |