Come to the park now left for dead and see: The shimmer of far shores whose smile is cool. The startling blue of clouds whose clarity Brightens the motley paths and every pool. Take the deep yellow · and the velvet grey Of birch and box · this wind remembers May · The tardy roses not quite withered drip Fragrance · then pluck and touch each petalled lip · Nor pass these final asters' radiance · The purple caught in tendrils of wild vine And what remains of green life intertwine Lightly above the autumnal countenance · | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD: THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY by JOHN DONNE RETALIATION by OLIVER GOLDSMITH IN THE FOREST by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS RESIGNATION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |