WITHIN the deep-blue eyes of Heaven a haze Of saddened passion dims their tender light, For that her fair queen-child, the Summer bright, Lies a wan corse amidst her mouldering bays: The sullen Autumn lifts no voice of praise To herald Winter's cold and cruel might, But winds foreboding fill the desolate night, And die at dawning down wild woodland ways: The sovereign sun at noonday smileth cold, As through a shroud he hath no power to part, While huddled flocks crouch listless round their fold; The mock-bird's dumb, no more with cheerful dart Upsoars the lark through morning's quivering gold, And dumb or dead, methinks, great Nature's heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE by GEORGE DARLEY THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS HOOD by BARTHOLOMEW SIMMONS TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON HAUNTED by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 7; UPON WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |