I walk through silent showers of golden leaves. As startled from a dream, the bright fall'n things Leap up and bind me in their magic rings, Weird, whirling circles as an old witch weaves. High up above the trees, a sea-gull cleaves The moist, gray sky, now up, now down, nor sings One note; -- no music Autumn with her brings Except the wind that lulls while it bereaves. A slender elm twig, trembling with the care, Supports an oriole's deserted nest; The brilliant bird flies now in southern air Where ruffling cold no longer chills her breast. So shall the soul when frosty fall days come, Abandon earth's abode and seek a fairer home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY THE NAME OF JESUS by JOHN NEWTON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 51 by ALFRED TENNYSON OLD WAR-DREAMS by WALT WHITMAN ALAS! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |