AUTUMN closes Round the roses, Shatters, strips them, head by head; Winter passes O'er the grasses, Turns them yellow, brown and red; Can a lover E'er recover When his summer love is dead? Yet the swallow Turns to follow In the northward wake of spring, To refashion Wasted passion With a sweep of his dark wing, As returning Love flies burning To these stricken lips that sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODES III, 29 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |