THE passionate summer's dead! the sky's aglow With roseate flushes of matured desire, The winds at eve are musical and low, As sweeping chords of a lamenting lyre, Far up among the pillared clouds of fire, Whose pomp of strange procession upward rolls, With gorgeous blazonry of pictured scrolls, To celebrate the summer's past renown; Ah, me! how regally the heavens look down, O'ershadowing beautiful autumnal woods And harvest fields with hoarded increase brown, And deep-toned majesty of golden floods, That raise their solemn dirges to the sky, To swell the purple pomp that floateth by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICTURE (VENUS RECLINING) by EZRA POUND THE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT FAREWELL TO NANCY by ROBERT BURNS RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE SAILOR'S WIFE by JEAN ADAMS ADVENTURE ON THE WINGS OF MORNING by RACHEL ALBRIGHT |